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 East Timor and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro 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 a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Nick Fraelich,
The Black Dice,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Masters at Work,
This Heat,
Joy Division,
Pussy Galore,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Sister Nancy,
F. McDonald,
Interpol,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cluster,
Angry Samoans,
Echospace,
Zapp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gichy Dan,
Hoover,
Arcadia,
Metal Thangz,
The Slits,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Litter,
David McCallum,
Kurtis Blow,
The Zeros,
the Human League,
Slave,
Arab on Radar,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Loose Ends,
Das Ding,
a-ha,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultravox,
Kenny Larkin,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Green,
Aural Exciters,
Procol Harum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Kinks,
Index,
The Velvet Underground,
Barrington Levy,
Basic Channel,
Animal Collective,
Skaos,
Thompson Twins,
The Raincoats,
Marmalade,
The Barracudas,
Tommy Roe,
Davy DMX,
Amon Düül,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.