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 Ivory Coast and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Hoover to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Todd Terry,
Fear,
Symarip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultravox,
Ice-T,
Andrew Hill,
The Searchers,
Sonic Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Darondo,
Deadbeat,
The Neon Judgement,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Wake,
Rapeman,
Das Ding,
Average White Band,
Fluxion,
Arab on Radar,
OOIOO,
Lakeside,
Camberwell Now,
Whodini,
Sexual Harrassment,
Steve Hackett,
Davy DMX,
The Litter,
Eric Dolphy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
The Cowsills,
The Pretty Things,
Anakelly,
The Birthday Party,
Flipper,
Khruangbin,
LL Cool J,
Desert Stars,
Sam Rivers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare,
These Immortal Souls,
R.M.O.,
Model 500,
Brothers Johnson,
Talk Talk,
Man Parrish,
KRS-One,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Görl,
Excepter,
Warsaw,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Byrd,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.