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 Guatemala 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crime to the rock 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Marc Almond,
DJ Style,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jawbox,
Crispian St. Peters,
Clear Light,
Outsiders,
Interpol,
Lalann,
Kenny Larkin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lungfish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Desert Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hashim,
Shoche,
Sound Behaviour,
Camouflage,
Andrew Hill,
Negative Approach,
kango's stein massive,
A Certain Ratio,
Banda Bassotti,
Simply Red,
Nik Kershaw,
K-Klass,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Human League,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alphaville,
Deadbeat,
The Pretty Things,
Unwound,
Stereo Dub,
Khruangbin,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-101,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sun Ra,
The Slits,
Donald Byrd,
Mandrill,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alice Coltrane,
Fad Gadget,
Soulsonic Force,
Ten City,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ken Boothe,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric Copeland,
Lee Hazlewood,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Kinks,
Cameo,
Brick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bad Manners,
Bauhaus,
Kas Product,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.