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 Luxembourg and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grime 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Liliput,
The Five Americans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Depeche Mode,
Khruangbin,
Tres Demented,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sarah Menescal,
Au Pairs,
Slick Rick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Görl,
the Fania All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cramps,
Patti Smith,
Hashim,
Slave,
Q and Not U,
Aswad,
the Sonics,
Deakin,
John Holt,
The Doors,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yazoo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Urselle,
Deadbeat,
Iggy Pop,
Pierre Henry,
Harry Pussy,
Electric Prunes,
Rod Modell,
June of 44,
Josef K,
Popol Vuh,
Underground Resistance,
Jandek,
Bob Dylan,
Vainqueur,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter & Gordon,
Eddi Front,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amazonics,
Guru Guru,
Dual Sessions,
The Mummies,
Marc Almond,
Fad Gadget,
the Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scan 7,
the Association,
Fatback Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.