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 St Lucia 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Gun Club to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Soft Cell,
Jeff Lynne,
Sam Rivers,
Hoover,
Amon Düül,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crooked Eye,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Porter Ricks,
X-102,
Ossler,
Niagra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nick Fraelich,
T.S.O.L.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nirvana,
The Sound,
The Moleskins,
Kenny Larkin,
Brass Construction,
The Velvet Underground,
Sällskapet,
Scratch Acid,
Lyres,
The Martian,
The Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Saints,
the Human League,
48th St. Collective,
Arab on Radar,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Offenders,
Silicon Teens,
The Slits,
Tubeway Army,
Freddie Wadling,
H. Thieme,
Boogie Down Productions,
Colin Newman,
Gabor Szabo,
Iggy Pop,
Skarface,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flamin' Groovies,
Suicide,
Soulsonic Force,
Joy Division,
Sound Behaviour,
Khruangbin,
Josef K,
Derrick May,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Depeche Mode,
Pantytec,
Cymande,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.