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 Latvia 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Jandek to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Roy Ayers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moby Grape,
The Happenings,
Chris Corsano,
The Litter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brick,
One Last Wish,
The Walker Brothers,
In Retrospect,
Gang of Four,
Soft Machine,
The Associates,
Suicide,
Marmalade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Groovy Waters,
Moss Icon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chrome,
Darondo,
Neil Young,
Banda Bassotti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Freddie Wadling,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Max Romeo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Morten Harket,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Wyatt,
T. Rex,
Jacques Brel,
Mad Mike,
Deepchord,
Loose Ends,
Graham Central Station,
Siglo XX,
Isaac Hayes,
Drive Like Jehu,
JFA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bob Dylan,
Q and Not U,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Moleskins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Spandau Ballet,
Fela Kuti,
David Axelrod,
Monks,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.