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 Nigeria and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Charles Mingus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arcadia,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radiohead,
Harry Pussy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scott Walker,
The Shadows of Knight,
Basic Channel,
Pere Ubu,
Pierre Henry,
X-101,
Andrew Hill,
New Age Steppers,
Stetsasonic,
Wings,
Cal Tjader,
Barbara Tucker,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
U.S. Maple,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dead C,
The Red Krayola,
The Dirtbombs,
Urselle,
Second Layer,
Ultravox,
The Cure,
Loose Ends,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Raincoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mantronix,
Donald Byrd,
kango's stein massive,
D'Angelo,
The Offenders,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronnie Foster,
Pussy Galore,
Moby Grape,
The Searchers,
Absolute Body Control,
Severed Heads,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moebius,
Niagra,
Jacob Miller,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Los Fastidios,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.