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 Syria and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Peter and Kerry to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Frankie Knuckles,
Amon Düül,
Peter & Gordon,
Electric Prunes,
Television Personalities,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chris Corsano,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
CMW,
Alton Ellis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Derrick May,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Interpol,
Gong,
The Busters,
The Walker Brothers,
Fat Boys,
New Age Steppers,
H. Thieme,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed,
Blossom Toes,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gun Club,
Tubeway Army,
the Germs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Swans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Schoolly D,
The Pretty Things,
Bob Dylan,
Derrick Morgan,
John Cale,
The Fall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DNA,
Funkadelic,
Oneida,
Joey Negro,
The Grass Roots,
World's Most,
Deakin,
Duran Duran,
Banda Bassotti,
Drexciya,
Lindisfarne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roger Hodgson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Music Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Lungfish,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.