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 Kazakhstan and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Average White Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Roy Ayers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Leonard Cohen,
The Offenders,
Ituana,
Reagan Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Divine Comedy,
Easy Going,
The Searchers,
Black Moon,
Dawn Penn,
Country Teasers,
Wire,
Rhythm & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
kango's stein massive,
MDC,
a-ha,
Stetsasonic,
John Lydon,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agent Orange,
Davy DMX,
Average White Band,
Blake Baxter,
The Modern Lovers,
Fear,
Pere Ubu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Hood,
Lower 48,
The Black Dice,
Gong,
Hoover,
Cal Tjader,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quadrant,
Fela Kuti,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swans,
Brothers Johnson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül II,
Echospace,
Hashim,
Ultravox,
Accadde A,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Womack,
Arab on Radar,
Todd Terry,
Outsiders,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.