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 Estonia and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rhythm & Sound to the grunge 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Arthur Verocai,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Faraquet,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
Eric Copeland,
Parry Music,
PIL,
John Lydon,
Joe Smooth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moss Icon,
Deakin,
Lou Christie,
Lyres,
EPMD,
Monolake,
JFA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Siglo XX,
cv313,
Wolf Eyes,
David McCallum,
The Misunderstood,
Peter & Gordon,
kango's stein massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Banda Bassotti,
The Raincoats,
The Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
Barrington Levy,
Max Romeo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eddi Front,
The Wake,
Joey Negro,
Josef K,
Pere Ubu,
Eve St. Jones,
Cheater Slicks,
David Bowie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spoonie Gee,
Radio Birdman,
Second Layer,
Tres Demented,
Lakeside,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Letta Mbulu,
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Metal Thangz,
The Blues Magoos,
Popol Vuh,
Camberwell Now,
Unrelated Segments,
Susan Cadogan,
Ohio Players,
The Monochrome Set,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.