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 El Salvador and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 David Bowie 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Duran Duran,
Arthur Verocai,
Dead Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Average White Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swell Maps,
The Five Americans,
the Human League,
Severed Heads,
Grauzone,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
June Days,
Ken Boothe,
Terry Callier,
The Pretty Things,
Half Japanese,
Tears for Fears,
Q and Not U,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scrapy,
Arab on Radar,
Sound Behaviour,
Nik Kershaw,
Marine Girls,
Cluster,
B.T. Express,
Fad Gadget,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cure,
Sonic Youth,
Parry Music,
June of 44,
Royal Trux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fall,
Charles Mingus,
Section 25,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter & Gordon,
Donald Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric B and Rakim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eve St. Jones,
Todd Rundgren,
Boz Scaggs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stereo Dub,
The Trojans,
Bob Dylan,
Flash Fearless,
kango's stein massive,
The Knickerbockers,
Brick,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.