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 Guyana and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 The Saints to the grime 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wire,
Sällskapet,
Isaac Hayes,
Fela Kuti,
Davy DMX,
T. Rex,
ABBA,
kango's stein massive,
Mantronix,
Maleditus Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Todd Rundgren,
Idris Muhammad,
Sugar Minott,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Au Pairs,
The Neon Judgement,
Arab on Radar,
Scientists,
EPMD,
Suburban Knight,
Soul II Soul,
Essential Logic,
The Happenings,
Man Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Barracudas,
Sarah Menescal,
Minnie Riperton,
Ronnie Foster,
JFA,
Public Image Ltd.,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Dolphy,
The Real Kids,
Bootsy Collins,
The Buckinghams,
Ornette Coleman,
Alton Ellis,
The Wake,
Urselle,
Procol Harum,
Cluster,
The Skatalites,
The Invisible,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dead Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Certain Ratio,
Boz Scaggs,
Barbara Tucker,
Index,
Pylon,
Mad Mike,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eddi Front,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.