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 China and from New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Freddie Wadling to the electroclash 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Glenn Branca,
The Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Faust,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Litter,
Skarface,
Television,
the Normal,
Talk Talk,
Todd Terry,
Blake Baxter,
The Zeros,
Johnny Clarke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thee Headcoats,
Faraquet,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stiv Bators,
Underground Resistance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
H. Thieme,
UT,
Moss Icon,
Second Layer,
Shoche,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wally Richardson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sister Nancy,
Vainqueur,
Y Pants,
Absolute Body Control,
The Durutti Column,
The Modern Lovers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
B.T. Express,
Bluetip,
Bad Manners,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flipper,
Buzzcocks,
The Martian,
Metal Thangz,
Hot Snakes,
Albert Ayler,
Eden Ahbez,
ABBA,
Derrick Morgan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mad Mike,
Throbbing Gristle,
E-Dancer,
Roxette,
The Doors,
Nation of Ulysses,
Average White Band,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.