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 Nepal and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
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 chamberlin 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 James White and The Blacks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cramps,
Sällskapet,
Jeff Mills,
Massinfluence,
Rod Modell,
The Leaves,
DJ Sneak,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Skatalites,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed,
Guru Guru,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Wyatt,
Byron Stingily,
Sun City Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Saccharine Trust,
Boz Scaggs,
New Order,
The Remains,
EPMD,
Warsaw,
Gong,
Tom Boy,
David McCallum,
Hashim,
Albert Ayler,
Morten Harket,
Scientists,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ice-T,
X-Ray Spex,
Grauzone,
Tubeway Army,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aswad,
Tres Demented,
The Residents,
Spandau Ballet,
Franke,
Index,
Inner City,
Gastr Del Sol,
Section 25,
Henry Cow,
Nas,
Faraquet,
Monks,
Crime,
Gabor Szabo,
Toni Rubio,
Grey Daturas,
The Smoke,
ABBA,
R.M.O.,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.