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 Kyrgyzstan and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Franke to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Symarip,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Five Americans,
Bauhaus,
Marine Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Desert Stars,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New Order,
Junior Murvin,
Au Pairs,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sex Pistols,
Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
The Durutti Column,
L. Decosne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
FM Einheit,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dead C,
Marshall Jefferson,
Magma,
Gong,
Scratch Acid,
Lower 48,
Swans,
The Zeros,
John Coltrane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vainqueur,
Pylon,
Second Layer,
Deadbeat,
Boz Scaggs,
UT,
Ponytail,
Parry Music,
The Slackers,
The Red Krayola,
Archie Shepp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxy Music,
Yaz,
Infiniti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cybotron,
The Monochrome Set,
Circle Jerks,
Moebius,
Fad Gadget,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
R.M.O.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rites of Spring,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul,
Sight & Sound,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.