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 Iraq and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Von Mondo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Jacob Miller,
Connie Case,
The Alarm Clocks,
Underground Resistance,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Christie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Graham Central Station,
Sight & Sound,
Nas,
K-Klass,
Tubeway Army,
Main Source,
Rakim,
Kenny Larkin,
Angry Samoans,
The Fire Engines,
Whodini,
Blancmange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Section 25,
Buzzcocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roger Hodgson,
Animal Collective,
Chrome,
Easy Going,
The Mojo Men,
Chris & Cosey,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Newcleus,
The Beau Brummels,
Kayak,
Black Bananas,
Hasil Adkins,
Arcadia,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Human League,
Alice Coltrane,
Carl Craig,
Mo-Dettes,
Absolute Body Control,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Green,
Interpol,
Warsaw,
Girls At Our Best!,
The United States of America,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bill Near,
Cal Tjader,
Japan,
Johnny Clarke,
Arthur Verocai,
Bob Dylan,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cowsills,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.