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 Sierra Leone and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Robert Görl to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Mills,
F. McDonald,
Joe Smooth,
Section 25,
The Smoke,
Gong,
Jeff Lynne,
Camouflage,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roy Ayers,
Roxy Music,
DJ Style,
Todd Rundgren,
Oneida,
Pierre Henry,
Terry Callier,
The Tremeloes,
ABBA,
Alice Coltrane,
Quando Quango,
Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
K-Klass,
Black Pus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yellowson,
Animal Collective,
Minny Pops,
Connie Case,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oblivians,
Scott Walker,
James White and The Blacks,
The Saints,
Howard Jones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eddi Front,
Con Funk Shun,
Basic Channel,
June of 44,
Country Teasers,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mad Mike,
Echospace,
Mandrill,
Mission of Burma,
The Skatalites,
The Angels of Light,
The Invisible,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Kinks,
Laurel Aitken,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Wyatt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.