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 Israel and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Toasters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantaleimon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fat Boys,
Mission of Burma,
L. Decosne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yusef Lateef,
The Pretty Things,
Rekid,
Severed Heads,
Los Fastidios,
B.T. Express,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Index,
Bootsy Collins,
The Kinks,
Scan 7,
The Gun Club,
June Days,
One Last Wish,
E-Dancer,
The Real Kids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Basic Channel,
Livin' Joy,
Easy Going,
the Sonics,
Faraquet,
Organ,
Vainqueur,
Lower 48,
Television Personalities,
DNA,
Inner City,
Roxy Music,
Crime,
Funky Four + One,
Hot Snakes,
The Moleskins,
Ronan,
Sun City Girls,
Henry Cow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Das Ding,
Camouflage,
The Seeds,
Minny Pops,
The Slits,
Laurel Aitken,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed,
Sugar Minott,
Tim Buckley,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Japan,
Jacob Miller,
Siglo XX,
Main Source,
Youth Brigade,
The Evens,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.