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 Namibia and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Magazine to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Fear,
Grandmaster Flash,
Franke,
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Seeds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Wyatt,
Cluster,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marc Almond,
Echospace,
Joyce Sims,
Michelle Simonal,
Yellowson,
Brothers Johnson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Order,
Cecil Taylor,
Sam Rivers,
Terry Callier,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cheater Slicks,
Bauhaus,
The Human League,
The Zeros,
John Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flipper,
kango's stein massive,
Pagans,
Skarface,
Barry Ungar,
The Names,
Harry Pussy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rekid,
Radio Birdman,
T.S.O.L.,
Yazoo,
The Walker Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David McCallum,
Bill Near,
Whodini,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mandrill,
Lyres,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pantaleimon,
The Gap Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Technova,
The Doors,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quadrant,
The Invisible,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.