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 United States 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 The Durutti Column to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops 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?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rufus Thomas,
Joe Smooth,
Don Cherry,
Nick Fraelich,
Deepchord,
Tears for Fears,
Spoonie Gee,
Flamin' Groovies,
Frankie Knuckles,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pole,
The Walker Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Lydon,
Juan Atkins,
Yusef Lateef,
Pagans,
Bauhaus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Vogues,
Funky Four + One,
Easy Going,
Ronan,
Mark Hollis,
New Age Steppers,
Soulsonic Force,
Magazine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ituana,
Skaos,
Minutemen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Prince Buster,
the Sonics,
Gichy Dan,
The Dead C,
Minor Threat,
Sun Ra,
Babytalk,
Sandy B,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultimate Spinach,
Warsaw,
Spandau Ballet,
Todd Rundgren,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bang On A Can,
Jacob Miller,
Absolute Body Control,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Shadows of Knight,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.