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 Papua New Guinea and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Rapeman to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Silicon Teens,
Big Daddy Kane,
Man Parrish,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Moleskins,
Ronnie Foster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Archie Shepp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
R.M.O.,
Iggy Pop,
Lucky Dragons,
Massinfluence,
Camouflage,
The Selecter,
The Knickerbockers,
Absolute Body Control,
Brick,
Ultra Naté,
Black Pus,
Technova,
Arthur Verocai,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cameo,
The Cowsills,
Warsaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers,
The Searchers,
Basic Channel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crime,
48th St. Collective,
Livin' Joy,
The Names,
Amon Düül II,
Supertramp,
The Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dennis Brown,
The Slits,
The Cure,
Little Man,
Juan Atkins,
Circle Jerks,
John Foxx,
Young Marble Giants,
Nirvana,
AZ,
Yaz,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott Heron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Görl,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Khruangbin,
Gregory Isaacs,
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.