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 Malawi and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Aural Exciters 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cameo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tim Buckley,
Franke,
Mad Mike,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ludus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Can,
The Gories,
The Martian,
Dead Boys,
Infiniti,
Loose Ends,
The Count Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kayak,
Intrusion,
The Fall,
The Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Icehouse,
Cybotron,
New Order,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sunsets and Hearts,
Albert Ayler,
Eli Mardock,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Althea and Donna,
Cheater Slicks,
Flash Fearless,
June Days,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kaleidoscope,
Crash Course in Science,
The American Breed,
The Kinks,
MDC,
Spoonie Gee,
Morten Harket,
the Sonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lakeside,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gap Band,
Gong,
Curtis Mayfield,
Danielle Patucci,
The Buckinghams,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Stooges,
Stetsasonic,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.