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 Jamaica 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Thompson Twins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Golliwogs,
K-Klass,
The Blues Magoos,
Monks,
Eli Mardock,
Black Sheep,
Kayak,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fuzztones,
Nas,
Echospace,
Model 500,
Yellowson,
Fear,
Motorama,
Funkadelic,
The Associates,
The Standells,
Neu!,
Saccharine Trust,
The Count Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Lightning Bolt,
Donny Hathaway,
Byron Stingily,
The Raincoats,
Sly & The Family Stone,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lungfish,
Y Pants,
Groovy Waters,
Scan 7,
Juan Atkins,
Tomorrow,
Anakelly,
Archie Shepp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reagan Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Camberwell Now,
Flash Fearless,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chrome,
Eric Dolphy,
China Crisis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arcadia,
Gang Starr,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Magma,
Amon Düül,
Cal Tjader,
Eddi Front,
the Normal,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Modern Lovers,
Hasil Adkins,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.