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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 F. McDonald to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
D'Angelo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry's Kids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alison Limerick,
Aloha Tigers,
Supertramp,
R.M.O.,
Robert Görl,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bill Wells,
Aswad,
Black Pus,
The Star Department,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash,
Isaac Hayes,
Quadrant,
Wings,
Model 500,
Cheater Slicks,
Mandrill,
Black Sheep,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Interpol,
Hasil Adkins,
Dual Sessions,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slave,
Matthew Halsall,
U.S. Maple,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kurtis Blow,
Mantronix,
The Motions,
The Toasters,
The Monochrome Set,
Sandy B,
Derrick May,
Little Man,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Byrd,
Alphaville,
Gichy Dan,
The Mojo Men,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dead C,
H. Thieme,
Kaleidoscope,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Surgeon,
Fela Kuti,
Mark Hollis,
Thompson Twins,
Khruangbin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.