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 Togo and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Freddie Wadling to the disco 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Golliwogs,
Little Man,
The Seeds,
Ituana,
The Divine Comedy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cal Tjader,
The Gladiators,
Ossler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kenny Larkin,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gap Band,
Television,
Sparks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cure,
This Heat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minnie Riperton,
Howard Jones,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Byron Stingily,
Television Personalities,
John Cale,
The New Christs,
X-101,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Young Marble Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mark Hollis,
K-Klass,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Franke,
The Selecter,
Bauhaus,
Danielle Patucci,
The Last Poets,
Dual Sessions,
Dawn Penn,
10cc,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ken Boothe,
Inner City,
Eric Dolphy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gabor Szabo,
June of 44,
Nas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.