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 Kenya and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 Von Mondo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Glambeats Corp.,
LL Cool J,
Lower 48,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Christie,
Brick,
Cameo,
These Immortal Souls,
Nick Fraelich,
Cluster,
Groovy Waters,
kango's stein massive,
The Names,
Funky Four + One,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Q and Not U,
It's A Beautiful Day,
a-ha,
X-102,
Grey Daturas,
Anakelly,
The Angels of Light,
DNA,
Crooked Eye,
Joy Division,
Swell Maps,
Icehouse,
Kaleidoscope,
Alphaville,
Camouflage,
Cecil Taylor,
Lebanon Hanover,
Morten Harket,
Cal Tjader,
Letta Mbulu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sugar Minott,
Shuggie Otis,
John Lydon,
The Misunderstood,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Tremeloes,
Fad Gadget,
ABBA,
UT,
Make Up,
Janne Schatter,
Radiohead,
The Smiths,
Brass Construction,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skaos,
Young Marble Giants,
Archie Shepp,
Fear,
Cymande,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Residents,
Black Flag,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.