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 Mozambique and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Buckinghams to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amazonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Steve Hackett,
X-102,
Accadde A,
Chrome,
Depeche Mode,
Ice-T,
Danielle Patucci,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flash Fearless,
Gang of Four,
Underground Resistance,
The Dirtbombs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Hill,
Hot Snakes,
Echospace,
Hashim,
Gabor Szabo,
The Zeros,
Bronski Beat,
Magma,
Ken Boothe,
The Buckinghams,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Green,
Swans,
Malaria!,
Mo-Dettes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Johnny Osbourne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Adolescents,
Lower 48,
Fat Boys,
The Black Dice,
Black Sheep,
Boz Scaggs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cramps,
Rites of Spring,
Ultra Naté,
This Heat,
The Trojans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gun Club,
Deadbeat,
Section 25,
L. Decosne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.