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 Honduras and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Joe Smooth to the techno 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Bourne,
The Buckinghams,
Cal Tjader,
DJ Style,
EPMD,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rekid,
Alton Ellis,
Skarface,
The Toasters,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Clarke,
Sandy B,
Jimmy McGriff,
Shoche,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nirvana,
Interpol,
Eve St. Jones,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Copeland,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masters at Work,
The Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aaron Thompson,
Pylon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Section 25,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Symarip,
Zapp,
Terry Callier,
Jacques Brel,
Suburban Knight,
Marc Almond,
Ornette Coleman,
Scientists,
Henry Cow,
Yellowson,
Harmonia,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Beau Brummels,
Tommy Roe,
The J.B.'s,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marine Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Martian,
Scrapy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lyres,
Kayak,
Arab on Radar,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.