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 Iceland and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Niagra to the crunk 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Goldenarms,
Dennis Brown,
Ice-T,
The Music Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Shuggie Otis,
Audionom,
MDC,
Glenn Branca,
The Zeros,
Judy Mowatt,
Soul II Soul,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hot Snakes,
Zapp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Monks,
Terry Callier,
Second Layer,
Massinfluence,
Jimmy McGriff,
Altered Images,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare,
Brick,
Arab on Radar,
Intrusion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young,
Pussy Galore,
Patti Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Schoolly D,
UT,
Shoche,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonic Youth,
Amazonics,
Godley & Creme,
Unwound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Anakelly,
Sight & Sound,
Basic Channel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flipper,
T. Rex,
Los Fastidios,
Brass Construction,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Wake,
Newcleus,
Wally Richardson,
Electric Prunes,
FM Einheit,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Selecter,
Inner City,
the Association,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.