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 Guyana and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
The Gun Club,
Negative Approach,
Rotary Connection,
Barclay James Harvest,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pantaleimon,
Minor Threat,
X-102,
The Seeds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang On A Can,
Pagans,
Suicide,
KRS-One,
the Swans,
10cc,
Scrapy,
Quadrant,
DJ Style,
Nils Olav,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ronan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Derrick May,
Mad Mike,
Arthur Verocai,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Groovy Waters,
Popol Vuh,
Gichy Dan,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Barracudas,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
E-Dancer,
Cal Tjader,
John Foxx,
a-ha,
JFA,
Neil Young,
Blake Baxter,
Niagra,
ABBA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Excepter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantytec,
Big Daddy Kane,
Khruangbin,
Ken Boothe,
Hasil Adkins,
Junior Murvin,
Brick,
T. Rex,
cv313,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.