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 Honduras and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grunge 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camouflage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Essential Logic,
Unrelated Segments,
Isaac Hayes,
Rites of Spring,
The United States of America,
Von Mondo,
Warren Ellis,
Lindisfarne,
B.T. Express,
Chris & Cosey,
Michelle Simonal,
Y Pants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott Heron,
Carl Craig,
Qualms,
the Association,
Sandy B,
Matthew Bourne,
John Lydon,
Basic Channel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Foxx,
Black Pus,
Don Cherry,
Minnie Riperton,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiohead,
Electric Prunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Bar-Kays,
Hot Snakes,
Brand Nubian,
The Index,
Wasted Youth,
Smog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bad Manners,
This Heat,
Sight & Sound,
DJ Style,
Procol Harum,
Lightning Bolt,
Swell Maps,
Sexual Harrassment,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Swans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Clear Light,
A Certain Ratio,
Trumans Water,
Aaron Thompson,
Joe Finger,
Outsiders,
Fluxion,
Deepchord,
Loose Ends,
The Monks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.