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 Mauritius and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Janne Schatter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Patti Smith,
Bauhaus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vainqueur,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jerry's Kids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tommy Roe,
Man Parrish,
Neu!,
The Angels of Light,
Moby Grape,
Cecil Taylor,
KRS-One,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fall,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chris & Cosey,
The Slackers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Public Enemy,
Niagra,
The Smiths,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Rod Modell,
Delta 5,
The Trojans,
The Last Poets,
Stetsasonic,
Drexciya,
Con Funk Shun,
The Searchers,
Cheater Slicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rufus Thomas,
Kas Product,
Joyce Sims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Motorama,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Womack,
Roxette,
Wally Richardson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Underground Resistance,
The Sonics,
T. Rex,
Groovy Waters,
Idris Muhammad,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.