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 Burundi and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Scrapy 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 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?
The Standells,
Skarface,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Half Japanese,
Marshall Jefferson,
Derrick May,
X-102,
Mandrill,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alphaville,
Pantytec,
Joensuu 1685,
Dark Day,
Malaria!,
Dual Sessions,
Lower 48,
Outsiders,
Quadrant,
the Bar-Kays,
The Barracudas,
Skaos,
Jandek,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cymande,
Alton Ellis,
Camberwell Now,
Inner City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nils Olav,
the Swans,
Minnie Riperton,
R.M.O.,
Archie Shepp,
Warren Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
Fluxion,
Joe Finger,
Gabor Szabo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nirvana,
Darondo,
Popol Vuh,
The Cure,
Lou Christie,
Pantaleimon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Soft Machine,
The Wake,
Jeff Lynne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The J.B.'s,
The Electric Prunes,
Thee Headcoats,
48th St. Collective,
Blossom Toes,
EPMD,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.