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 Barbados and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 X-101 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Starr,
Dark Day,
Jeff Lynne,
Judy Mowatt,
Niagra,
Alison Limerick,
Nirvana,
10cc,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Model 500,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Knickerbockers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tim Buckley,
Anthony Braxton,
Kerri Chandler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Velvet Underground,
Half Japanese,
Talk Talk,
Whodini,
Amon Düül II,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott Heron,
David McCallum,
Fela Kuti,
The Modern Lovers,
Essential Logic,
Albert Ayler,
Reagan Youth,
R.M.O.,
Erasure,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Almond,
Y Pants,
The Techniques,
Delta 5,
Saccharine Trust,
Idris Muhammad,
Young Marble Giants,
Moby Grape,
Rod Modell,
Oneida,
The Raincoats,
Fat Boys,
Yaz,
John Cale,
Au Pairs,
Don Cherry,
Monks,
The Red Krayola,
UT,
The Saints,
Ice-T,
Lightning Bolt,
The Star Department,
The Remains,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.