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 Kyrgyzstan and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Motorama to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
The Music Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Chris & Cosey,
Gabor Szabo,
Kayak,
Faust,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moebius,
Erykah Badu,
Eurythmics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Audionom,
The Gories,
Das Ding,
Bob Dylan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anakelly,
The Neon Judgement,
The Names,
Black Flag,
Iggy Pop,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Wake,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Y Pants,
Pussy Galore,
Dawn Penn,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ice-T,
Marine Girls,
the Sonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mandrill,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeff Lynne,
China Crisis,
The Techniques,
Todd Rundgren,
Technova,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eden Ahbez,
Radiopuhelimet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cecil Taylor,
The Smiths,
Wolf Eyes,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cure,
Ornette Coleman,
Cymande,
Flash Fearless,
Drive Like Jehu,
Country Teasers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.