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 Togo and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Adolescents,
Kayak,
Easy Going,
The Monochrome Set,
Girls At Our Best!,
Babytalk,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Livin' Joy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stiv Bators,
Visage,
Ornette Coleman,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun City Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yaz,
The Searchers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mark Hollis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pulsallama,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cure,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Last Poets,
Camouflage,
Alphaville,
Crash Course in Science,
Barry Ungar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Infiniti,
Tom Boy,
The Mojo Men,
Cybotron,
Section 25,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
D'Angelo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nik Kershaw,
Half Japanese,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fuzztones,
The Fugs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hardrive,
June Days,
Piero Umiliani,
Bronski Beat,
Hot Snakes,
Ultravox,
EPMD,
The Residents,
Skriet,
Country Teasers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.