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 Nauru and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Flash Fearless to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Popol Vuh,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Smooth,
Oblivians,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Loose Ends,
Surgeon,
Essential Logic,
CMW,
Visage,
Young Marble Giants,
KRS-One,
Barry Ungar,
Wasted Youth,
Public Enemy,
Deepchord,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mantronix,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Birthday Party,
Eddi Front,
Faust,
F. McDonald,
Sugar Minott,
Anthony Braxton,
Television Personalities,
John Coltrane,
The Fall,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gabor Szabo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Black Dice,
Sun City Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Qualms,
Guru Guru,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Flag,
LL Cool J,
Eve St. Jones,
The Barracudas,
Clear Light,
Tom Boy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radio Birdman,
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Steve Hackett,
48th St. Collective,
Soulsonic Force,
The Angels of Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mission of Burma,
Wolf Eyes,
Dark Day,
Althea and Donna,
The Gap Band,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.