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 Lesotho and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 punk 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Neu!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sight & Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barbara Tucker,
The Barracudas,
Joe Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sarah Menescal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Idris Muhammad,
K-Klass,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
Barry Ungar,
The Misunderstood,
These Immortal Souls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Albert Ayler,
Surgeon,
Freddie Wadling,
The Last Poets,
Rekid,
Mary Jane Girls,
Section 25,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alphaville,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roxy Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Count Five,
Amon Düül II,
Jacob Miller,
Letta Mbulu,
Urselle,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jimmy McGriff,
Monolake,
Half Japanese,
Harry Pussy,
Au Pairs,
A Certain Ratio,
Ohio Players,
Joensuu 1685,
Lyres,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sixth Finger,
The Evens,
Niagra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.