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 Malaysia and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Bananas to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nirvana,
These Immortal Souls,
Warsaw,
Cheater Slicks,
The Martian,
Chris Corsano,
Spandau Ballet,
Magazine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Clear Light,
Monks,
X-102,
Masters at Work,
MDC,
Zapp,
New Age Steppers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Henry Cow,
Grauzone,
Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
Rakim,
The Dirtbombs,
Los Fastidios,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aswad,
Graham Central Station,
Saccharine Trust,
Pulsallama,
Barbara Tucker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Loose Ends,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Human League,
Country Teasers,
Nas,
Alton Ellis,
Cal Tjader,
Bill Near,
The Saints,
Scratch Acid,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Underground Resistance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thompson Twins,
The Seeds,
David Axelrod,
Wings,
Avey Tare,
James White and The Blacks,
The Pretty Things,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skarface,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacob Miller,
Heaven 17,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.