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 Slovakia and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Funky Four + One to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rotary Connection,
R.M.O.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Intrusion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aswad,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
The Mojo Men,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scion,
The Modern Lovers,
Thee Headcoats,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terrestrial Tones,
Newcleus,
The Happenings,
PIL,
Dual Sessions,
Joy Division,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Order,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kevin Saunderson,
Organ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aural Exciters,
Yellowson,
The Red Krayola,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Liliput,
Nirvana,
Alice Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
Kenny Larkin,
Con Funk Shun,
Quando Quango,
K-Klass,
Juan Atkins,
Nico,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roxy Music,
Deepchord,
Iggy Pop,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
The Evens,
Hot Snakes,
Warsaw,
Joe Finger,
Royal Trux,
Lower 48,
Hashim,
Glenn Branca,
Fluxion,
Crime,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.