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 Madagascar and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the dance 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Agent Orange,
Clear Light,
Minnie Riperton,
CMW,
Kurtis Blow,
Soul II Soul,
Flamin' Groovies,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flash Fearless,
Agitation Free,
Don Cherry,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Gang Dance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Holt,
Average White Band,
X-101,
Ludus,
The Pretty Things,
Dawn Penn,
The Angels of Light,
The Five Americans,
Scion,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fad Gadget,
F. McDonald,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stetsasonic,
Derrick Morgan,
Parry Music,
The Martian,
Absolute Body Control,
UT,
The Blues Magoos,
The Pop Group,
Roger Hodgson,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Halsall,
Au Pairs,
Lakeside,
Sight & Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Procol Harum,
Nas,
Archie Shepp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pantaleimon,
Cameo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Mills,
Harmonia,
Donald Byrd,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skriet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yusef Lateef,
The Leaves,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.