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 Kuwait and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grauzone to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Slick Rick,
The Smoke,
The Residents,
Neil Young,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Human League,
Swell Maps,
Yazoo,
The Trojans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kenny Larkin,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Supertramp,
Yaz,
Soul II Soul,
The Last Poets,
Anakelly,
Davy DMX,
Bad Manners,
Joe Smooth,
Bill Near,
Parry Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
Depeche Mode,
Maleditus Sound,
Kas Product,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Style,
New York Dolls,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Green,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scratch Acid,
Sällskapet,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Terry,
Dawn Penn,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dirtbombs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
MDC,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Motorama,
Danielle Patucci,
Rufus Thomas,
Country Teasers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Public Enemy,
Connie Case,
Excepter,
UT,
Isaac Hayes,
Mandrill,
Dark Day,
Mo-Dettes,
The Invisible,
The Leaves,
Half Japanese,
Deadbeat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.