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 Seychelles and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marmalade to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Jawbox,
the Germs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tim Buckley,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun City Girls,
The Doors,
Accadde A,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Angels of Light,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Theoretical Girls,
Quantec,
Gil Scott Heron,
Young Marble Giants,
Harry Pussy,
Unwound,
The Cowsills,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Saints,
Scan 7,
Make Up,
Soft Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
One Last Wish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ponytail,
Panda Bear,
The Vogues,
Mr. Review,
Moebius,
Faraquet,
Michelle Simonal,
David Bowie,
Talk Talk,
The Fall,
Barclay James Harvest,
Banda Bassotti,
KRS-One,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Reagan Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dead C,
The Monochrome Set,
ABBA,
Robert Hood,
Lungfish,
The Techniques,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Monks,
The Birthday Party,
Barry Ungar,
Erykah Badu,
Animal Collective,
Gang Green,
Delon & Dalcan,
Zero Boys,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.