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 Thailand and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Junior Murvin to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Oneida,
Rod Modell,
Brick,
Terry Callier,
Livin' Joy,
Matthew Halsall,
Arab on Radar,
The Raincoats,
Lee Hazlewood,
Isaac Hayes,
Animal Collective,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Wells,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aswad,
Pylon,
Skriet,
Juan Atkins,
Scientists,
The Offenders,
Rapeman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David Bowie,
Thompson Twins,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Parrish,
The Misunderstood,
Wasted Youth,
Excepter,
ABC,
Marvin Gaye,
Aloha Tigers,
Loose Ends,
Camouflage,
Jerry's Kids,
Davy DMX,
Visage,
Sixth Finger,
Lindisfarne,
John Cale,
Hardrive,
Adolescents,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kas Product,
Duran Duran,
Thee Headcoats,
Camberwell Now,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vainqueur,
New York Dolls,
Main Source,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacob Miller,
Piero Umiliani,
Little Man,
UT,
One Last Wish,
Rakim,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.