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 Sierra Leone and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
DJ Sneak,
Boz Scaggs,
Soft Machine,
Symarip,
Avey Tare,
The Blackbyrds,
Fluxion,
The Litter,
the Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
The Black Dice,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aloha Tigers,
John Holt,
The Knickerbockers,
Mantronix,
The Modern Lovers,
Fela Kuti,
Warsaw,
Joy Division,
Graham Central Station,
Chris Corsano,
PIL,
Warren Ellis,
Icehouse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Outsiders,
Brand Nubian,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radio Birdman,
The Searchers,
Lakeside,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sällskapet,
Robert Görl,
Gang Green,
Half Japanese,
The Cure,
Von Mondo,
The Mojo Men,
The Red Krayola,
Idris Muhammad,
Desert Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jandek,
Pantytec,
Agitation Free,
Lower 48,
Amazonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lucky Dragons,
Stetsasonic,
X-Ray Spex,
Yaz,
Soul II Soul,
The Barracudas,
Second Layer,
Godley & Creme,
Connie Case,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.