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 Namibia and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Dual Sessions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Index,
Basic Channel,
Joensuu 1685,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ice-T,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Techniques,
Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Newcleus,
Joey Negro,
Aaron Thompson,
Carl Craig,
Agent Orange,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Half Japanese,
Alphaville,
Public Enemy,
Model 500,
Ohio Players,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Starr,
Sparks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Birthday Party,
Soul II Soul,
DJ Sneak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radiohead,
The Tremeloes,
Electric Prunes,
June of 44,
New Order,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pole,
The Leaves,
Audionom,
The United States of America,
Laurel Aitken,
Kenny Larkin,
The Pretty Things,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tom Boy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Main Source,
Television,
B.T. Express,
Mark Hollis,
Q and Not U,
Boz Scaggs,
Blossom Toes,
Yusef Lateef,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Names,
Mad Mike,
Can,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.