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 Micronesia 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 D'Angelo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Trojans,
Zero Boys,
Erasure,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Technova,
Hardrive,
The New Christs,
Jawbox,
Steve Hackett,
Los Fastidios,
Section 25,
Sällskapet,
Jandek,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Youth Brigade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tomorrow,
Janne Schatter,
Aural Exciters,
Silicon Teens,
kango's stein massive,
DNA,
Joyce Sims,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arthur Verocai,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Walker Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
The Searchers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Organ,
Lalann,
John Holt,
FM Einheit,
Gang of Four,
Tres Demented,
Ronan,
The Move,
Rosa Yemen,
Faraquet,
Rod Modell,
Ossler,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mantronix,
H. Thieme,
Heaven 17,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Duran Duran,
Camouflage,
Depeche Mode,
Cameo,
Kenny Larkin,
PIL,
The Gun Club,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unwound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.