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 Marshall Islands and from Portland.
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 Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Colin Newman to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Babytalk,
One Last Wish,
Pussy Galore,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Sonics,
Minor Threat,
Intrusion,
ABC,
Eric Copeland,
The Mojo Men,
Black Moon,
Dennis Brown,
Excepter,
Soulsonic Force,
Y Pants,
Ituana,
MC5,
kango's stein massive,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül,
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Hill,
John Holt,
Rapeman,
Television,
Quadrant,
U.S. Maple,
Rites of Spring,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neil Young,
48th St. Collective,
Fela Kuti,
The Zeros,
The Shadows of Knight,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aloha Tigers,
Roy Ayers,
Jeff Lynne,
Adolescents,
Swell Maps,
Jacques Brel,
Byron Stingily,
AZ,
Cymande,
Lalo Schifrin,
Infiniti,
Sight & Sound,
Prince Buster,
Sexual Harrassment,
Absolute Body Control,
Jacob Miller,
Arthur Verocai,
John Lydon,
Yaz,
Gabor Szabo,
Banda Bassotti,
Nirvana,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.