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 Cyprus and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Neu! to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Adolescents,
Scratch Acid,
The Toasters,
The Fuzztones,
The Dead C,
EPMD,
Skriet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crooked Eye,
Faraquet,
Carl Craig,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Near,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gun Club,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Bourne,
Pierre Henry,
Neu!,
Talk Talk,
Howard Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kerri Chandler,
Drexciya,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Darondo,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Görl,
Mandrill,
Wasted Youth,
Bill Wells,
John Lydon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bob Dylan,
The Slackers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Index,
Agitation Free,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gichy Dan,
The Last Poets,
Roxette,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fall,
Absolute Body Control,
Organ,
Slick Rick,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Magazine,
Ponytail,
Circle Jerks,
Boredoms,
Ornette Coleman,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.