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 Azerbaijan and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 Jacob Miller to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Gang of Four,
Joe Finger,
Tommy Roe,
Nation of Ulysses,
KRS-One,
Talk Talk,
MC5,
Lucky Dragons,
the Normal,
The Fire Engines,
The Doors,
The Vogues,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fugs,
Barbara Tucker,
The Modern Lovers,
The Offenders,
Henry Cow,
Yazoo,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Monochrome Set,
Max Romeo,
OOIOO,
The Evens,
Rapeman,
kango's stein massive,
Sonic Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Schoolly D,
The Grass Roots,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moody Blues,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Sherman,
Agitation Free,
Essential Logic,
MDC,
Alphaville,
Crime,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Television,
Hasil Adkins,
the Germs,
The Searchers,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Cell,
Bill Near,
Little Man,
Make Up,
Black Pus,
Gang Starr,
The Happenings,
The Walker Brothers,
Aswad,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Wyatt,
Oneida,
Roxette,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.