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 Serbia and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Interpol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Faraquet,
Slave,
The Zeros,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amon Düül,
Accadde A,
Joey Negro,
Neil Young,
Stetsasonic,
The Cramps,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Divine Comedy,
Technova,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nico,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-Ray Spex,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash,
The New Christs,
Suburban Knight,
Sexual Harrassment,
Maurizio,
Rotary Connection,
Lalann,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television,
DJ Sneak,
the Normal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slits,
Rakim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Bananas,
New Order,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television Personalities,
Ornette Coleman,
JFA,
Siglo XX,
Von Mondo,
Leonard Cohen,
PIL,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chrome,
The Velvet Underground,
Jacques Brel,
The Searchers,
Agent Orange,
The American Breed,
Gang Green,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.