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 Tajikistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grandmaster Flash to the disco 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
X-102,
Deepchord,
Robert Görl,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amon Düül,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fortunes,
The Martian,
David Bowie,
Roxy Music,
Danielle Patucci,
Sonic Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Anakelly,
Janne Schatter,
The Last Poets,
Youth Brigade,
The Remains,
Rapeman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marcia Griffiths,
Prince Buster,
Kayak,
Ultra Naté,
Ponytail,
D'Angelo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scott Walker,
The Slits,
Lou Christie,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Saints,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
AZ,
Tres Demented,
Infiniti,
World's Most,
Slick Rick,
Laurel Aitken,
Goldenarms,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Byrd,
Cluster,
The Gories,
The Doobie Brothers,
Index,
DNA,
Heaven 17,
Mr. Review,
Nico,
Jeff Mills,
The Seeds,
the Sonics,
Carl Craig,
The Trojans,
Robert Hood,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.