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 Tunisia and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Nation of Ulysses 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Lungfish,
Arthur Verocai,
Second Layer,
Television,
Lou Reed,
The Real Kids,
Babytalk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Todd Terry,
The Fuzztones,
Dawn Penn,
John Lydon,
Tres Demented,
Marvin Gaye,
Echospace,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David Axelrod,
Black Flag,
Leonard Cohen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy Collins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Star Department,
The Count Five,
The Music Machine,
Cymande,
48th St. Collective,
Magazine,
The Blues Magoos,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Invisible,
Piero Umiliani,
Dead Boys,
Main Source,
Fluxion,
Arab on Radar,
DNA,
The Associates,
The Tremeloes,
Sixth Finger,
Scientists,
Sun City Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Masters at Work,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Association,
Metal Thangz,
Duran Duran,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tropical Tobacco,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smoke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pussy Galore,
Terry Callier,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Whodini,
MDC,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.