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 Uzbekistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
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 marimba 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 Urselle to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Lower 48,
Rod Modell,
Erasure,
Skaos,
The Dave Clark Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Davy DMX,
Qualms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Laurel Aitken,
Arcadia,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiohead,
cv313,
Iggy Pop,
Supertramp,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Monks,
Gang Green,
Banda Bassotti,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Halsall,
Judy Mowatt,
Joey Negro,
Agitation Free,
Aural Exciters,
Aloha Tigers,
Minnie Riperton,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Remains,
LL Cool J,
The Music Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Foxx,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David Axelrod,
Half Japanese,
Model 500,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dual Sessions,
Average White Band,
Cecil Taylor,
The Associates,
Marc Almond,
U.S. Maple,
Ituana,
Rotary Connection,
Pere Ubu,
Soulsonic Force,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric Copeland,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brand Nubian,
The Grass Roots,
Slave,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.