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 Azerbaijan and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Q65 to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Animal Collective,
Monolake,
The American Breed,
Mark Hollis,
Iggy Pop,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
The Wake,
Can,
Danielle Patucci,
The Busters,
Make Up,
Yusef Lateef,
Slick Rick,
Suicide,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smiths,
Kurtis Blow,
Tubeway Army,
Underground Resistance,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alice Coltrane,
Saccharine Trust,
Archie Shepp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sister Nancy,
Kayak,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Toni Rubio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ohio Players,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kaleidoscope,
Qualms,
the Soft Cell,
The Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Trumans Water,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blossom Toes,
Yellowson,
June of 44,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gladiators,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wolf Eyes,
Derrick May,
Japan,
X-102,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Clear Light,
Q65,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.