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 Egypt and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 R.M.O. to the punk 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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Moon,
Mandrill,
the Human League,
Q and Not U,
Audionom,
Reagan Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Mission of Burma,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Techniques,
Jeff Lynne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Blackbyrds,
The Skatalites,
Ralphi Rosario,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slick Rick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tears for Fears,
Au Pairs,
The Motions,
The Busters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Japan,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Monolake,
Nils Olav,
X-101,
Mr. Review,
Y Pants,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gun Club,
New Order,
Scion,
Negative Approach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bill Near,
Althea and Donna,
The Fire Engines,
Pole,
Fad Gadget,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Lydon,
Oblivians,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Unrelated Segments,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.