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 Belize and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Funkadelic to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moss Icon,
the Swans,
The Names,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The United States of America,
AZ,
Brand Nubian,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra,
The Gories,
The Kinks,
The Cowsills,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra,
Ohio Players,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Fraelich,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mr. Review,
Supertramp,
Eden Ahbez,
Von Mondo,
Neu!,
Scott Walker,
Depeche Mode,
Lucky Dragons,
Arab on Radar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wasted Youth,
Suicide,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pagans,
Marshall Jefferson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Happenings,
Camberwell Now,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Pus,
Funky Four + One,
The Dirtbombs,
Tim Buckley,
FM Einheit,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter & Gordon,
Unwound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Mission of Burma,
Donny Hathaway,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Human League,
Bobby Womack,
The Selecter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Newcleus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiohead,
Jacques Brel,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.