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 Tanzania and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jacques Brel to the jazz 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a synthesizer 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
The Monks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Erykah Badu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fortunes,
Ultravox,
Zapp,
Monolake,
Alison Limerick,
Archie Shepp,
The Pretty Things,
Spandau Ballet,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gap Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Drexciya,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
48th St. Collective,
La Düsseldorf,
Hot Snakes,
Marine Girls,
ABC,
The Smoke,
X-Ray Spex,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terry Callier,
Rotary Connection,
Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cowsills,
Audionom,
Shuggie Otis,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Holt,
The Move,
Suburban Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
F. McDonald,
Reuben Wilson,
The Grass Roots,
Josef K,
Nik Kershaw,
Slave,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blake Baxter,
Chrome,
Soulsonic Force,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Music Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.