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 Rwanda 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Tomorrow,
PIL,
Loose Ends,
David Axelrod,
The Standells,
June of 44,
John Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen,
Fad Gadget,
Lucky Dragons,
Deadbeat,
The Motions,
Toni Rubio,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Bourne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gap Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Chris Corsano,
Pulsallama,
Wire,
Public Image Ltd.,
Agitation Free,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed,
Fluxion,
Pantytec,
Arab on Radar,
Sight & Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Goldenarms,
This Heat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Smiths,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Offenders,
The Walker Brothers,
Mad Mike,
The Stooges,
The Real Kids,
Kerri Chandler,
The Grass Roots,
Kurtis Blow,
Morten Harket,
Chrome,
John Holt,
Magma,
Junior Murvin,
Make Up,
Zero Boys,
Pagans,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Bananas,
Bad Manners,
Altered Images,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
UT,
Masters at Work,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Human League,
Model 500,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.