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 Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Joy Division to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Index,
Pantaleimon,
Johnny Clarke,
Boogie Down Productions,
In Retrospect,
Bob Dylan,
Rotary Connection,
Cluster,
The American Breed,
Babytalk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blake Baxter,
Chris & Cosey,
Subhumans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fatback Band,
Moby Grape,
Prince Buster,
The Fortunes,
Ten City,
Electric Prunes,
the Normal,
Eurythmics,
Barrington Levy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Animal Collective,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nico,
Parry Music,
Television,
Eric B and Rakim,
Second Layer,
The Neon Judgement,
Bootsy Collins,
Scrapy,
Arcadia,
Niagra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mr. Review,
Mo-Dettes,
Young Marble Giants,
Little Man,
John Coltrane,
The Misunderstood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fad Gadget,
The Seeds,
Amazonics,
The Gun Club,
Pole,
Gang Starr,
Whodini,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Susan Cadogan,
The Offenders,
T. Rex,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.