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 Austria and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Halifax.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 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 Henry Cow to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Neu!,
Motorama,
Goldenarms,
Malaria!,
Peter & Gordon,
Wire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pere Ubu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Inner City,
Franke,
Brothers Johnson,
The Neon Judgement,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Essential Logic,
Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
Section 25,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Anakelly,
Animal Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
Colin Newman,
Idris Muhammad,
the Bar-Kays,
Bauhaus,
Easy Going,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Görl,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
a-ha,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Negative Approach,
Black Bananas,
Gang Starr,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ice-T,
Morten Harket,
Joe Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pretty Things,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barry Ungar,
The Offenders,
Nick Fraelich,
Flipper,
The Gap Band,
The Fall,
Y Pants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABBA,
John Lydon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Delta 5,
Gichy Dan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantaleimon,
Bluetip,
Trumans Water,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.