Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tonga and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Kool Moe Dee to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
The Searchers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Average White Band,
X-101,
The Knickerbockers,
David Bowie,
Ultra Naté,
Scrapy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kas Product,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Inner City,
Andrew Hill,
The Real Kids,
Freddie Wadling,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun City Girls,
The Skatalites,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Victims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Subhumans,
Mr. Review,
Faust,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Last Poets,
Television,
John Lydon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mars,
Mission of Burma,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Loose Ends,
Chrome,
Half Japanese,
Harry Pussy,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sixth Finger,
Jandek,
Q65,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter & Gordon,
Brand Nubian,
The Gladiators,
Connie Case,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Funkadelic,
Erykah Badu,
Barbara Tucker,
The Toasters,
Magma,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suburban Knight,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.