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 Chad and from London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bizarre Inc. to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bauhaus,
Max Romeo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Procol Harum,
Agitation Free,
June of 44,
Don Cherry,
Boredoms,
Juan Atkins,
Motorama,
Chris Corsano,
Arab on Radar,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Flag,
Main Source,
Funky Four + One,
The Five Americans,
Alison Limerick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lungfish,
Tim Buckley,
Rekid,
X-101,
Blancmange,
Nico,
Alphaville,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Byrd,
Moss Icon,
Niagra,
Moebius,
the Sonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
R.M.O.,
Tommy Roe,
Pussy Galore,
Dark Day,
The Saints,
Schoolly D,
Section 25,
Johnny Clarke,
Surgeon,
The Durutti Column,
Alton Ellis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Zapp,
New Age Steppers,
Derrick Morgan,
Kerri Chandler,
Matthew Bourne,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Sherman,
Isaac Hayes,
Vladislav Delay,
Gabor Szabo,
Panda Bear,
Tears for Fears,
Black Pus,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.