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 Switzerland and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Al Stewart to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Panda Bear,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barbara Tucker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Age Steppers,
Tres Demented,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Shadows of Knight,
Drexciya,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pole,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alton Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Happenings,
Amon Düül,
Dark Day,
James White and The Blacks,
The Kinks,
Shoche,
The Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Can,
Pantaleimon,
Das Ding,
Lyres,
Bauhaus,
Grandmaster Flash,
a-ha,
Kurtis Blow,
Sugar Minott,
Con Funk Shun,
Trumans Water,
the Bar-Kays,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monochrome Set,
The Smoke,
Patti Smith,
Essential Logic,
Skarface,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shuggie Otis,
Joe Finger,
Massinfluence,
John Cale,
Rufus Thomas,
Suicide,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stereo Dub,
Mandrill,
The Real Kids,
Youth Brigade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter and Kerry,
L. Decosne,
Eddi Front,
Sister Nancy,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.