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 Ireland and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
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 sitar 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 Guru Guru to the funk 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Green,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
John Holt,
Essential Logic,
Drexciya,
Bad Manners,
Icehouse,
The Mojo Men,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young,
Goldenarms,
the Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacob Miller,
Eve St. Jones,
Letta Mbulu,
Stetsasonic,
the Association,
Hot Snakes,
The Star Department,
Bobby Sherman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
UT,
The Techniques,
Bill Wells,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cowsills,
Talk Talk,
Mars,
Depeche Mode,
Intrusion,
Chrome,
MC5,
Jerry's Kids,
Suicide,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed,
Lakeside,
Subhumans,
Fluxion,
Sonic Youth,
Moby Grape,
The Blues Magoos,
8 Eyed Spy,
Das Ding,
The Smoke,
The Human League,
Basic Channel,
Thompson Twins,
Cheater Slicks,
AZ,
Wings,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Toasters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.