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 Dominican Republic and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the dance 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vladislav Delay,
Eden Ahbez,
Thompson Twins,
Dead Boys,
Adolescents,
Unrelated Segments,
Livin' Joy,
Wally Richardson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
OOIOO,
Eddi Front,
LL Cool J,
Joy Division,
Freddie Wadling,
Pagans,
Mo-Dettes,
Pylon,
Sugar Minott,
Model 500,
Lakeside,
Eric Copeland,
Althea and Donna,
Symarip,
The Fortunes,
Bad Manners,
The Black Dice,
Banda Bassotti,
Swell Maps,
Crash Course in Science,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Trojans,
Jacob Miller,
China Crisis,
Porter Ricks,
Motorama,
Neu!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bill Wells,
Eurythmics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scratch Acid,
Fatback Band,
Average White Band,
10cc,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pole,
Quantec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crooked Eye,
Altered Images,
The Techniques,
Sly & The Family Stone,
These Immortal Souls,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Byrd,
Wings,
Liliput,
Bill Near,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.