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 Cuba and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DJ Style,
Nick Fraelich,
Funkadelic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Patti Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jerry's Kids,
Soft Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joensuu 1685,
Stiv Bators,
Camouflage,
D'Angelo,
Oblivians,
Cybotron,
Model 500,
Scion,
Desert Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Maleditus Sound,
Mantronix,
Bauhaus,
Monolake,
Minutemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Popol Vuh,
Harmonia,
Oneida,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mars,
X-Ray Spex,
10cc,
Thee Headcoats,
Half Japanese,
The Gun Club,
Charles Mingus,
Minny Pops,
Rufus Thomas,
Amazonics,
Don Cherry,
Tommy Roe,
The Fall,
Mandrill,
Shoche,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chrome,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tres Demented,
The Velvet Underground,
John Cale,
The Standells,
F. McDonald,
China Crisis,
Organ,
the Slits,
Lou Reed,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.