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 Thailand and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Carl Craig to the funk 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Outsiders,
48th St. Collective,
John Holt,
Nils Olav,
Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
cv313,
Toni Rubio,
Pierre Henry,
The Misunderstood,
Inner City,
Barrington Levy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alton Ellis,
Circle Jerks,
Boz Scaggs,
Malaria!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Seeds,
The Mojo Men,
Eric Copeland,
The Fugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roger Hodgson,
Oneida,
Television Personalities,
Chris Corsano,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shuggie Otis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barry Ungar,
Easy Going,
Oblivians,
Minnie Riperton,
Popol Vuh,
Anthony Braxton,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Names,
Stetsasonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bob Dylan,
Davy DMX,
Depeche Mode,
Tom Boy,
Ultravox,
Panda Bear,
Bluetip,
Gang Starr,
The Standells,
Albert Ayler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Germs,
Aswad,
Scratch Acid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.