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 Andorra and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Byrd,
Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jacques Brel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bad Manners,
Eric Copeland,
David Bowie,
Aloha Tigers,
Arcadia,
The Real Kids,
Jacob Miller,
Susan Cadogan,
June of 44,
Nils Olav,
Pantytec,
The Last Poets,
Urselle,
Moby Grape,
Trumans Water,
The Cowsills,
Aaron Thompson,
F. McDonald,
the Swans,
The Birthday Party,
Radiohead,
Marine Girls,
cv313,
Dawn Penn,
The Litter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
L. Decosne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Buckinghams,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Skatalites,
the Normal,
Porter Ricks,
The Motions,
Black Pus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Simply Red,
Roxy Music,
Alice Coltrane,
Donald Byrd,
Crash Course in Science,
Brick,
Scrapy,
Suicide,
Harry Pussy,
Hot Snakes,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.