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 Liechtenstein and from Halifax.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gregory Isaacs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crash Course in Science,
The Tremeloes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kevin Saunderson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Slave,
John Holt,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül,
The Victims,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moby Grape,
The Gap Band,
Wings,
Sun Ra,
Eurythmics,
Zapp,
Danielle Patucci,
The New Christs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Idris Muhammad,
Technova,
The Move,
The Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brand Nubian,
June Days,
Archie Shepp,
FM Einheit,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Monks,
Spandau Ballet,
Malaria!,
Scan 7,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Normal,
The Gories,
Black Pus,
Lightning Bolt,
Bootsy Collins,
Dennis Brown,
Donald Byrd,
Television Personalities,
Nick Fraelich,
Angry Samoans,
Surgeon,
H. Thieme,
Pussy Galore,
Ronan,
the Association,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deadbeat,
Excepter,
Albert Ayler,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.