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 Belgium 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bronski Beat to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Quantec,
Wasted Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Toasters,
10cc,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ronan,
Boz Scaggs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scion,
Sound Behaviour,
John Lydon,
Gabor Szabo,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Womack,
Brass Construction,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sonics,
The Index,
Anakelly,
Carl Craig,
Jacob Miller,
Easy Going,
Lalo Schifrin,
New Age Steppers,
Amon Düül II,
Symarip,
Subhumans,
Altered Images,
H. Thieme,
Aswad,
Motorama,
Erykah Badu,
The Last Poets,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yellowson,
The Fuzztones,
Kayak,
Public Enemy,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Modern Lovers,
Inner City,
Y Pants,
Q and Not U,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hardrive,
The Pop Group,
Suicide,
Skriet,
Magazine,
Don Cherry,
Mr. Review,
New Order,
DNA,
Roxy Music,
Susan Cadogan,
Neu!,
Outsiders,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.