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 Paraguay and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Standells to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Donald Byrd,
Excepter,
Procol Harum,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Modern Lovers,
The Offenders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Absolute Body Control,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-102,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sight & Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Lakeside,
Funkadelic,
Clear Light,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
Aural Exciters,
The Evens,
The Grass Roots,
Steve Hackett,
Make Up,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wire,
Harmonia,
DJ Style,
UT,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Slits,
Anakelly,
Niagra,
Chrome,
Scion,
Camberwell Now,
Carl Craig,
Eric Copeland,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joey Negro,
Duran Duran,
Pierre Henry,
The Moleskins,
John Cale,
Model 500,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
The Kinks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liliput,
Theoretical Girls,
Television,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grauzone,
Mad Mike,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.