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 Slovakia and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Eric B and Rakim to the punk 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Von Mondo,
The Vogues,
Pharoah Sanders,
Echospace,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hashim,
Nik Kershaw,
Eurythmics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lightning Bolt,
Fela Kuti,
The Move,
The J.B.'s,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joyce Sims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joe Finger,
PIL,
Groovy Waters,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Qualms,
Maurizio,
The Cure,
Sparks,
The Count Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Magma,
The Happenings,
The Remains,
Thompson Twins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jacob Miller,
Sam Rivers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Trojans,
The Saints,
Eric Dolphy,
The Beau Brummels,
Lakeside,
KRS-One,
Japan,
The Pretty Things,
La Düsseldorf,
Minutemen,
Iggy Pop,
The Neon Judgement,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eddi Front,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cameo,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.