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 Dominica and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Scratch Acid to the disco 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amazonics,
Outsiders,
The Busters,
The Happenings,
The Residents,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Music Machine,
The Index,
Howard Jones,
Dave Gahan,
The Litter,
The Last Poets,
The United States of America,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fugazi,
Adolescents,
Mandrill,
Isaac Hayes,
Wolf Eyes,
Faust,
Connie Case,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Starr,
Dennis Brown,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Grauzone,
Joy Division,
Das Ding,
Public Enemy,
Mars,
Ituana,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slave,
EPMD,
The Motions,
Tim Buckley,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Almond,
Gastr Del Sol,
Newcleus,
Charles Mingus,
Man Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Real Kids,
Janne Schatter,
The Durutti Column,
Boz Scaggs,
Chrome,
U.S. Maple,
Kayak,
Cecil Taylor,
Pylon,
Don Cherry,
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra,
The New Christs,
Funkadelic,
Harmonia,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.