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 Eritrea and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Donald Fagen 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 Piero Umiliani to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Terry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Associates,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Agent Orange,
K-Klass,
the Soft Cell,
DNA,
Harpers Bizarre,
Graham Central Station,
The Selecter,
Massinfluence,
Black Moon,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Steve Hackett,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
World's Most,
Grey Daturas,
Tom Boy,
Supertramp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lalann,
Outsiders,
Mission of Burma,
June Days,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scott Walker,
Bluetip,
Wally Richardson,
Junior Murvin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ossler,
X-101,
Mr. Review,
Delta 5,
Quantec,
John Cale,
Sandy B,
Suicide,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lungfish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The American Breed,
The Martian,
Pere Ubu,
Agitation Free,
Neu!,
Sparks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Names,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gladiators,
Au Pairs,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.