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 Philippines and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brick 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
John Coltrane,
X-102,
Radiopuhelimet,
Excepter,
Dawn Penn,
FM Einheit,
Dead Boys,
The Grass Roots,
X-101,
Eve St. Jones,
Wasted Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Symarip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Skarface,
Peter and Kerry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vainqueur,
Black Bananas,
Boredoms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Circle Jerks,
Khruangbin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doors,
UT,
Magma,
Babytalk,
The Mojo Men,
DNA,
Maleditus Sound,
Talk Talk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Searchers,
Smog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soul Sonic Force,
La Düsseldorf,
Glenn Branca,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Nik Kershaw,
Arcadia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roy Ayers,
Jeff Lynne,
Ohio Players,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Half Japanese,
Barry Ungar,
The Skatalites,
kango's stein massive,
These Immortal Souls,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.