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 Namibia and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Swell Maps to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Flash Fearless,
David Bowie,
Alice Coltrane,
Roxy Music,
X-Ray Spex,
Jesper Dahlback,
James White and The Blacks,
Donald Byrd,
The Moleskins,
Jacques Brel,
Public Image Ltd.,
FM Einheit,
Ronan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nirvana,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Hill,
Depeche Mode,
The Fire Engines,
MC5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erykah Badu,
Kaleidoscope,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Litter,
Pussy Galore,
Lyres,
Sarah Menescal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Teasers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David McCallum,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
Harmonia,
Black Flag,
Cymande,
It's A Beautiful Day,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul II Soul,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Massinfluence,
Parry Music,
Ultravox,
Hot Snakes,
the Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
The Selecter,
Peter and Kerry,
Cal Tjader,
June of 44,
Crash Course in Science,
Shuggie Otis,
U.S. Maple,
Yazoo,
Rakim,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.