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 Norway and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
The Raincoats,
Alice Coltrane,
Whodini,
Second Layer,
Sixth Finger,
Franke,
Easy Going,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tom Boy,
Thee Headcoats,
The Moody Blues,
ABBA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scan 7,
Frankie Knuckles,
D'Angelo,
EPMD,
The Cure,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The J.B.'s,
Arcadia,
Harmonia,
Arthur Verocai,
Joensuu 1685,
Camberwell Now,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Funkadelic,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fuzztones,
Aswad,
Motorama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Simply Red,
This Heat,
Althea and Donna,
the Bar-Kays,
Toni Rubio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Misunderstood,
Bootsy Collins,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
Gabor Szabo,
Spoonie Gee,
The Five Americans,
Howard Jones,
Barry Ungar,
Liliput,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Kinks,
The Offenders,
Monolake,
The Mojo Men,
The Fortunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.