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 Portugal and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 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 chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Cameo,
Erykah Badu,
The Litter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hardrive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Howard Jones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Royal Trux,
Fela Kuti,
Hoover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Funkadelic,
Reuben Wilson,
Little Man,
FM Einheit,
Faust,
Black Sheep,
Hashim,
Parry Music,
Joensuu 1685,
Thee Headcoats,
Half Japanese,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Excepter,
Joyce Sims,
The Skatalites,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare,
Flipper,
Crooked Eye,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fad Gadget,
F. McDonald,
LL Cool J,
June Days,
Silicon Teens,
Derrick Morgan,
Man Parrish,
Wolf Eyes,
Steve Hackett,
Lyres,
Barry Ungar,
Colin Newman,
Vainqueur,
Alphaville,
Mantronix,
Fat Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Model 500,
Gastr Del Sol,
Franke,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Letta Mbulu,
Barrington Levy,
Sparks,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.