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 Monaco and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Andrew Hill to the grime 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Brick,
The Modern Lovers,
Fugazi,
Pole,
Grey Daturas,
One Last Wish,
The Music Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Goldenarms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dark Day,
The United States of America,
Letta Mbulu,
The Blackbyrds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Electric Prunes,
Josef K,
Max Romeo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DJ Sneak,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
K-Klass,
Tommy Roe,
Livin' Joy,
New Order,
Robert Wyatt,
Oneida,
Monolake,
Ken Boothe,
Minny Pops,
The Five Americans,
Blossom Toes,
Zapp,
The Offenders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Morten Harket,
The Fortunes,
The Smiths,
Ten City,
Gong,
Make Up,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick May,
Infiniti,
Rapeman,
The Stooges,
Pylon,
JFA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric Dolphy,
Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
The Toasters,
Whodini,
John Lydon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.