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 Benin and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Joey Negro to the funk 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Carl Craig,
Eddi Front,
Crime,
The Evens,
Dead Boys,
The Fortunes,
MC5,
ABC,
Kayak,
Robert Görl,
Terry Callier,
Intrusion,
Inner City,
D'Angelo,
Index,
Lungfish,
Nas,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Sherman,
Rakim,
Y Pants,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Hood,
Donny Hathaway,
Prince Buster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The American Breed,
Chrome,
Magazine,
The Saints,
Howard Jones,
Flipper,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Reuben Wilson,
The Associates,
Blancmange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Archie Shepp,
Icehouse,
Don Cherry,
Magma,
The Star Department,
Bauhaus,
Maleditus Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
Blake Baxter,
DJ Style,
Ronnie Foster,
Khruangbin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang On A Can,
the Soft Cell,
Camberwell Now,
X-101,
Sällskapet,
The Offenders,
Little Man,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.