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 El Salvador and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 Amon Düül II to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ash Ra Tempel,
La Düsseldorf,
The Black Dice,
Silicon Teens,
Wings,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lindisfarne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tubeway Army,
Nas,
The Leaves,
Susan Cadogan,
Scratch Acid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boredoms,
Chris & Cosey,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Basic Channel,
Suicide,
Ice-T,
Donald Byrd,
Kevin Saunderson,
Goldenarms,
Alton Ellis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Trojans,
The Victims,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Patti Smith,
Essential Logic,
Groovy Waters,
Tres Demented,
David Bowie,
The Motions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roy Ayers,
Popol Vuh,
Stetsasonic,
Cecil Taylor,
Harmonia,
The Zeros,
the Bar-Kays,
Michelle Simonal,
The Music Machine,
Deepchord,
Nico,
EPMD,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reuben Wilson,
Circle Jerks,
Talk Talk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Symarip,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.