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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Robert Palmer 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 Kenny Larkin to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Busters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Average White Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Absolute Body Control,
The Buckinghams,
Wings,
Loose Ends,
World's Most,
Prince Buster,
Banda Bassotti,
Amon Düül II,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Cale,
FM Einheit,
EPMD,
Fad Gadget,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare,
The Techniques,
Warren Ellis,
The Toasters,
Buzzcocks,
Tommy Roe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neu!,
Arab on Radar,
Surgeon,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Boredoms,
Cluster,
Tres Demented,
Barbara Tucker,
Japan,
Scan 7,
Talk Talk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris Corsano,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Clear Light,
ABBA,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gladiators,
Alice Coltrane,
Deadbeat,
Archie Shepp,
Reuben Wilson,
Crash Course in Science,
Technova,
Gang of Four,
48th St. Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Half Japanese,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Toni Rubio,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.