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 Samoa and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scratch Acid to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Altered Images,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bill Wells,
The Skatalites,
Laurel Aitken,
New Order,
FM Einheit,
The Moody Blues,
The Golliwogs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yazoo,
the Sonics,
John Coltrane,
The Misunderstood,
Eddi Front,
Cal Tjader,
Dark Day,
Grey Daturas,
Donald Byrd,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Sherman,
Circle Jerks,
The Young Rascals,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Offenders,
Yellowson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mandrill,
Amon Düül,
Joe Finger,
The Red Krayola,
The Human League,
The Dirtbombs,
Crooked Eye,
Aaron Thompson,
Slick Rick,
Simply Red,
Dual Sessions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed,
Susan Cadogan,
Brass Construction,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Clear Light,
Mission of Burma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Vogues,
Interpol,
48th St. Collective,
China Crisis,
Ponytail,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
Drexciya,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rekid,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.