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 Kuwait and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Los Fastidios 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Graham Central Station,
Kerrie Biddell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Juan Atkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bootsy Collins,
Davy DMX,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pylon,
The Toasters,
Cheater Slicks,
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Names,
Wally Richardson,
Joe Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sexual Harrassment,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Residents,
Quando Quango,
Peter and Kerry,
World's Most,
UT,
L. Decosne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Young Marble Giants,
Eden Ahbez,
Todd Terry,
Sparks,
Roxy Music,
Can,
Adolescents,
Pierre Henry,
These Immortal Souls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Technova,
Quantec,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Lydon,
The Leaves,
Khruangbin,
Pulsallama,
Slick Rick,
Parry Music,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
H. Thieme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Litter,
Idris Muhammad,
Tommy Roe,
The Doors,
Thee Headcoats,
Terry Callier,
kango's stein massive,
Fear,
Panda Bear,
Lyres,
David McCallum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mission of Burma,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.