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 Zimbabwe and from Jakarta.
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 Tehran and Mumbai.
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 Lou Reed 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 Tears for Fears to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Fela Kuti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doors,
Agitation Free,
Skriet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faraquet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Kinks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skarface,
Minnie Riperton,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shuggie Otis,
Guru Guru,
Saccharine Trust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wally Richardson,
Derrick May,
The New Christs,
Minutemen,
A Certain Ratio,
Khruangbin,
Moss Icon,
The Birthday Party,
Wolf Eyes,
Derrick Morgan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Clarke,
Theoretical Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
The Offenders,
Easy Going,
Quadrant,
Visage,
Massinfluence,
Fatback Band,
Warren Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Basic Channel,
This Heat,
Rod Modell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fuzztones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q65,
Trumans Water,
Piero Umiliani,
Josef K,
AZ,
Pussy Galore,
ABC,
Harmonia,
Fad Gadget,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Last Poets,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.