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 Bremen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Amazonics to the rap 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Bobby Sherman,
Roger Hodgson,
Deepchord,
The Music Machine,
Nas,
Sandy B,
Crispian St. Peters,
Iggy Pop,
The Index,
Gichy Dan,
The Busters,
Heaven 17,
10cc,
The Gap Band,
Soft Machine,
Swell Maps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Andrew Hill,
Metal Thangz,
Blake Baxter,
Kenny Larkin,
D'Angelo,
Robert Görl,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Terry,
Barry Ungar,
T.S.O.L.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Idris Muhammad,
Boogie Down Productions,
UT,
Smog,
Clear Light,
L. Decosne,
Rapeman,
Eli Mardock,
Fear,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Simply Red,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
Pulsallama,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Bananas,
MC5,
Boredoms,
Make Up,
Skaos,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marmalade,
The Searchers,
The Motions,
the Normal,
Tom Boy,
Mr. Review,
FM Einheit,
Radio Birdman,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.