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 Tajikistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pantaleimon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Wire,
Lyres,
Godley & Creme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Simply Red,
The Standells,
Wally Richardson,
Sparks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Sonics,
Procol Harum,
Kevin Saunderson,
China Crisis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skaos,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alton Ellis,
The Remains,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Associates,
Steve Hackett,
New Age Steppers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Morten Harket,
The Litter,
Scion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Monolake,
Ultra Naté,
Circle Jerks,
Von Mondo,
Tommy Roe,
Letta Mbulu,
Negative Approach,
Dawn Penn,
David McCallum,
Blossom Toes,
Metal Thangz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sam Rivers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cluster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mr. Review,
Qualms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
The Real Kids,
Vainqueur,
Warren Ellis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jimmy McGriff,
Half Japanese,
Black Moon,
Mars,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.