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 Vanuatu and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Los Fastidios to the funk 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donald Byrd,
In Retrospect,
Janne Schatter,
OOIOO,
Bill Near,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heaven 17,
Boz Scaggs,
Country Teasers,
K-Klass,
Neu!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Glambeats Corp.,
FM Einheit,
Pantaleimon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun Ra,
the Association,
Bad Manners,
the Normal,
Eurythmics,
Graham Central Station,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Archie Shepp,
Japan,
Gang Starr,
Das Ding,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fat Boys,
DNA,
the Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
CMW,
Michelle Simonal,
Zapp,
The Last Poets,
Yusef Lateef,
F. McDonald,
Darondo,
Sex Pistols,
E-Dancer,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Cell,
Moss Icon,
Fluxion,
Ossler,
Camberwell Now,
The Blackbyrds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ten City,
Marmalade,
Organ,
Junior Murvin,
Cymande,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marcia Griffiths,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.