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 Solomon Islands and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Radiopuhelimet to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Section 25,
The Trojans,
Radiohead,
Infiniti,
Organ,
Bill Near,
Fela Kuti,
Joensuu 1685,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neu!,
The Skatalites,
The Victims,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ponytail,
Tomorrow,
The Saints,
Outsiders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tears for Fears,
Joey Negro,
Groovy Waters,
World's Most,
Bobby Womack,
Babytalk,
the Normal,
Echospace,
Siglo XX,
Graham Central Station,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Public Enemy,
Derrick May,
Desert Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Franke,
Duran Duran,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Residents,
The Vogues,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Das Ding,
the Swans,
Lightning Bolt,
Carl Craig,
Boredoms,
Ituana,
The Mummies,
Motorama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sister Nancy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stereo Dub,
Theoretical Girls,
Accadde A,
Black Pus,
Matthew Halsall,
Pussy Galore,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.