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 Botswana and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Doors to the jazz 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
X-101,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Stooges,
Dark Day,
Stiv Bators,
Lalann,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Basic Channel,
Crooked Eye,
Connie Case,
The Velvet Underground,
Motorama,
Marine Girls,
Icehouse,
Roxy Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gichy Dan,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deadbeat,
Blake Baxter,
Alton Ellis,
The Motions,
New York Dolls,
Soul II Soul,
The Black Dice,
Joensuu 1685,
Mr. Review,
Dead Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Half Japanese,
Gang of Four,
Severed Heads,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Starr,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Young Rascals,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sandy B,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mo-Dettes,
Radiohead,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scrapy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Terry,
The Litter,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.