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 Palau and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 The Real Kids to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Amazonics,
Hardrive,
Oneida,
Audionom,
The Raincoats,
Kas Product,
Bob Dylan,
Sällskapet,
Lakeside,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Womack,
David McCallum,
the Bar-Kays,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hasil Adkins,
Magazine,
Brass Construction,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rotary Connection,
Agitation Free,
Ohio Players,
Clear Light,
David Axelrod,
Rod Modell,
Sarah Menescal,
Kenny Larkin,
Don Cherry,
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Magma,
Archie Shepp,
Organ,
Anthony Braxton,
The Grass Roots,
Letta Mbulu,
Sight & Sound,
Alphaville,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sandy B,
Sixth Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Procol Harum,
Ultravox,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Guru Guru,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shoche,
Pagans,
Black Sheep,
Sex Pistols,
Slick Rick,
Kaleidoscope,
Prince Buster,
The Smiths,
Pussy Galore,
Man Eating Sloth,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.