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 Japan and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Kinks,
Sarah Menescal,
Carl Craig,
Siglo XX,
A Certain Ratio,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed,
Ossler,
Second Layer,
Wolf Eyes,
Donny Hathaway,
Tubeway Army,
Godley & Creme,
Inner City,
The Moody Blues,
the Germs,
Tom Boy,
Scientists,
Lakeside,
Sun City Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Bush Tetras,
The Fall,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Buckinghams,
Letta Mbulu,
The Music Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pussy Galore,
The Barracudas,
The Litter,
Saccharine Trust,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Offenders,
Quando Quango,
Desert Stars,
The Tremeloes,
H. Thieme,
The Zeros,
Cheater Slicks,
The Searchers,
Icehouse,
The Doors,
The Smiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yusef Lateef,
Alton Ellis,
The Durutti Column,
Dorothy Ashby,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lungfish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-101,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
The Vogues,
June Days,
Symarip,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.