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 Singapore and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Icehouse 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Masters at Work,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Busters,
Sixth Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed,
Simply Red,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ossler,
The Five Americans,
Intrusion,
David Axelrod,
Hashim,
Quadrant,
Brass Construction,
Little Man,
Skriet,
Gichy Dan,
U.S. Maple,
Fat Boys,
Magazine,
Organ,
The Standells,
Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
Sugar Minott,
Slave,
The Zeros,
T.S.O.L.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drive Like Jehu,
World's Most,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Suicide,
Country Teasers,
B.T. Express,
The Grass Roots,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gories,
Mandrill,
Smog,
Index,
Bobby Sherman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kurtis Blow,
Agent Orange,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash,
Derrick Morgan,
The Black Dice,
Morten Harket,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter & Gordon,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Buckinghams,
Angry Samoans,
Bob Dylan,
The Fall,
Joe Smooth,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.