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 Ireland and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Whodini to the grime 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
The Monochrome Set,
Skarface,
Excepter,
The Music Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Royal Trux,
Arthur Verocai,
MC5,
Youth Brigade,
the Association,
Junior Murvin,
Delta 5,
Gang Starr,
Marshall Jefferson,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kurtis Blow,
Agitation Free,
The Monks,
Y Pants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Japan,
The Cowsills,
Eurythmics,
The Last Poets,
Animal Collective,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Wake,
Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
Dorothy Ashby,
Procol Harum,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marc Almond,
The Searchers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wasted Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Five Americans,
Soft Machine,
Joy Division,
Eric Dolphy,
Spandau Ballet,
Susan Cadogan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Con Funk Shun,
The Durutti Column,
Barbara Tucker,
The Velvet Underground,
The Walker Brothers,
Deakin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Panda Bear,
Reagan Youth,
In Retrospect,
Aloha Tigers,
Boredoms,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.