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 Mauritania and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 These Immortal Souls to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
a-ha,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arthur Verocai,
The Slits,
The Trojans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harmonia,
Glambeats Corp.,
The United States of America,
Monks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Motorama,
Essential Logic,
Michelle Simonal,
John Coltrane,
Fluxion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Wells,
Soft Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Germs,
Reuben Wilson,
Crooked Eye,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wally Richardson,
Deepchord,
Hardrive,
R.M.O.,
Nik Kershaw,
Livin' Joy,
Alice Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
Basic Channel,
Neu!,
The Count Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Human League,
Isaac Hayes,
Swell Maps,
Hashim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
K-Klass,
Graham Central Station,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Standells,
Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
Malaria!,
Faraquet,
Boredoms,
cv313,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thompson Twins,
Zero Boys,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.