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 Eritrea and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 the Slits to the dance 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Bootsy Collins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
JFA,
The Happenings,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brass Construction,
Don Cherry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Sherman,
Accadde A,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Names,
The Slits,
John Cale,
Little Man,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Byrd,
Urselle,
Graham Central Station,
Barrington Levy,
Outsiders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Michelle Simonal,
Das Ding,
T. Rex,
Slick Rick,
Popol Vuh,
Lalann,
Harmonia,
Hashim,
Ten City,
Eurythmics,
Bad Manners,
Scientists,
Swell Maps,
Johnny Clarke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Todd Rundgren,
Chrome,
Electric Prunes,
Jacob Miller,
E-Dancer,
the Germs,
The Grass Roots,
The Fuzztones,
Von Mondo,
Radio Birdman,
Scion,
Television,
Supertramp,
Schoolly D,
Faust,
Jeff Lynne,
Bang On A Can,
Kayak,
Fear,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.