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 Bahamas and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Marvin Gaye to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultimate Spinach,
Accadde A,
Neu!,
The Litter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brothers Johnson,
Young Marble Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Siglo XX,
Todd Terry,
Charles Mingus,
The Kinks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Soft Cell,
The Happenings,
Ronnie Foster,
The Blackbyrds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Pretty Things,
Isaac Hayes,
Guru Guru,
DJ Sneak,
Scion,
Lou Christie,
Fela Kuti,
Motorama,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tomorrow,
Amon Düül,
The Mummies,
Aaron Thompson,
T. Rex,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chrome,
Barbara Tucker,
Yaz,
Colin Newman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Last Poets,
Barry Ungar,
The Gories,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rekid,
Donald Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
The Searchers,
Lightning Bolt,
Hashim,
Matthew Bourne,
Interpol,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Slave,
Rotary Connection,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.