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 Estonia and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Ossler,
Outsiders,
The Knickerbockers,
FM Einheit,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter & Gordon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flash Fearless,
L. Decosne,
The Count Five,
Guru Guru,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cowsills,
Vainqueur,
Henry Cow,
Connie Case,
the Bar-Kays,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Litter,
Quando Quango,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joe Smooth,
Bill Wells,
Television Personalities,
Sparks,
The Monochrome Set,
Popol Vuh,
Hashim,
Cecil Taylor,
Brick,
Lyres,
Gichy Dan,
The Gories,
Ituana,
The Skatalites,
John Lydon,
La Düsseldorf,
The Red Krayola,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pantytec,
Pantaleimon,
Stockholm Monsters,
ABC,
The Gap Band,
Danielle Patucci,
The Divine Comedy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T.S.O.L.,
The Smoke,
The J.B.'s,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Copeland,
Radiopuhelimet,
Depeche Mode,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donald Byrd,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.