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 Korea South and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Five Americans 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Flash Fearless,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Mills,
Newcleus,
New York Dolls,
MC5,
Al Stewart,
Pierre Henry,
The Beau Brummels,
Slave,
Pole,
The Move,
Janne Schatter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alphaville,
The Names,
New Order,
The Fire Engines,
Can,
The Smiths,
B.T. Express,
Jacob Miller,
Leonard Cohen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fuzztones,
Loose Ends,
Dave Gahan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter & Gordon,
Kurtis Blow,
Althea and Donna,
Wally Richardson,
Magma,
Fat Boys,
Section 25,
Mandrill,
Eric Dolphy,
Scan 7,
The Birthday Party,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Andrew Hill,
Camouflage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sugar Minott,
Yellowson,
Mantronix,
Bobby Byrd,
LL Cool J,
Funkadelic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Young Marble Giants,
Josef K,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Coltrane,
Stiv Bators,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nas,
Motorama,
Anthony Braxton,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.