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 India and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Doobie Brothers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Ultravox,
Main Source,
Niagra,
Dead Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lower 48,
Funky Four + One,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
The Moleskins,
The Barracudas,
Quantec,
Soft Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sixth Finger,
Mission of Burma,
Kayak,
Au Pairs,
Mo-Dettes,
Crash Course in Science,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pole,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Unrelated Segments,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eli Mardock,
Cluster,
Gang of Four,
The Red Krayola,
Grauzone,
Saccharine Trust,
Hashim,
Rakim,
Letta Mbulu,
Shoche,
Spoonie Gee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gun Club,
Gang Starr,
Susan Cadogan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Techniques,
Kas Product,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultra Naté,
Stiv Bators,
Magazine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Grass Roots,
Fatback Band,
Depeche Mode,
La Düsseldorf,
Sam Rivers,
cv313,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.