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 St Lucia and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fela Kuti to the jazz 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arthur Verocai,
The Five Americans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Invisible,
Franke,
R.M.O.,
Joensuu 1685,
Lower 48,
Derrick May,
Todd Rundgren,
John Lydon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Association,
Tears for Fears,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiohead,
Flash Fearless,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dave Gahan,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers,
Fluxion,
Kurtis Blow,
OOIOO,
Faraquet,
Tim Buckley,
Trumans Water,
Ice-T,
a-ha,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Accadde A,
Bill Near,
Deadbeat,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Kinks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris Corsano,
E-Dancer,
Neu!,
Bobby Byrd,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun Ra,
Magazine,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Half Japanese,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scan 7,
The Barracudas,
Grauzone,
Wings,
Ituana,
Roger Hodgson,
Symarip,
Yusef Lateef,
A Certain Ratio,
Davy DMX,
The Smiths,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.