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 Russia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Marshall Jefferson to the rap 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Hot Snakes,
Peter and Kerry,
Joey Negro,
a-ha,
T. Rex,
Organ,
Absolute Body Control,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pere Ubu,
Porter Ricks,
Joy Division,
The Doors,
Lebanon Hanover,
Qualms,
Andrew Hill,
David McCallum,
The Fire Engines,
Moebius,
Lower 48,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thee Headcoats,
the Germs,
Hardrive,
Crime,
Dennis Brown,
Rufus Thomas,
The Blackbyrds,
The Black Dice,
Cymande,
Janne Schatter,
T.S.O.L.,
Aaron Thompson,
Pulsallama,
Funkadelic,
K-Klass,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Red Krayola,
Von Mondo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Womack,
DJ Sneak,
The Last Poets,
A Certain Ratio,
The Pop Group,
Matthew Bourne,
Eden Ahbez,
R.M.O.,
Warsaw,
La Düsseldorf,
Television,
Bluetip,
Agitation Free,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joensuu 1685,
Scott Walker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.