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 Saudi Arabia and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Michael McDonald 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 World's Most to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Pantytec,
LL Cool J,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultravox,
Reuben Wilson,
Tomorrow,
Aaron Thompson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Intrusion,
One Last Wish,
Camouflage,
Quando Quango,
Absolute Body Control,
A Certain Ratio,
the Normal,
The New Christs,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang of Four,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Average White Band,
Oblivians,
Lakeside,
Kenny Larkin,
Easy Going,
The Slits,
Alison Limerick,
D'Angelo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scott Walker,
FM Einheit,
Technova,
Faraquet,
Mr. Review,
Lucky Dragons,
Sarah Menescal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Connie Case,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dead C,
Q and Not U,
The Seeds,
Negative Approach,
Dennis Brown,
Letta Mbulu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arthur Verocai,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fatback Band,
The Litter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
ABBA,
Groovy Waters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABC,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.