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 Hungary and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Traffic Nightmare to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Albert Ayler,
Eurythmics,
D'Angelo,
Bauhaus,
X-102,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monochrome Set,
CMW,
Q65,
Khruangbin,
The Fugs,
Tomorrow,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Slits,
Throbbing Gristle,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
In Retrospect,
Faraquet,
Roger Hodgson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Electric Prunes,
The Remains,
Hot Snakes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Icehouse,
Derrick May,
Sun Ra,
Yusef Lateef,
The Martian,
Second Layer,
The Litter,
Circle Jerks,
Kerrie Biddell,
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Wire,
The American Breed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tres Demented,
Chris Corsano,
Howard Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
Mars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Royal Trux,
The Monks,
X-Ray Spex,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stiv Bators,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lungfish,
Steve Hackett,
Scratch Acid,
Dennis Brown,
Gang of Four,
Pere Ubu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
K-Klass,
The Leaves,
Lightning Bolt,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.