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 Bangladesh and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Buckinghams to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tres Demented,
Joey Negro,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ludus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Con Funk Shun,
Negative Approach,
The Gories,
The Slits,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roy Ayers,
Dawn Penn,
Fela Kuti,
John Lydon,
Neil Young,
Youth Brigade,
Grey Daturas,
Crash Course in Science,
48th St. Collective,
Juan Atkins,
Suburban Knight,
Eric Dolphy,
Pulsallama,
Todd Terry,
Malaria!,
PIL,
Liliput,
H. Thieme,
the Bar-Kays,
the Sonics,
David Axelrod,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-101,
Sällskapet,
Derrick Morgan,
Marvin Gaye,
Gregory Isaacs,
Niagra,
The Gun Club,
Dorothy Ashby,
AZ,
Kas Product,
Icehouse,
Boredoms,
Royal Trux,
Funkadelic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fugs,
The Blackbyrds,
Don Cherry,
DJ Sneak,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Warren Ellis,
MDC,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aloha Tigers,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.