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 Ukraine and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Royal Trux to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Royal Trux,
Faraquet,
Eden Ahbez,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aaron Thompson,
X-102,
Jawbox,
Jeff Mills,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Girls At Our Best!,
Model 500,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barbara Tucker,
Rakim,
Peter and Kerry,
Alphaville,
Hashim,
Young Marble Giants,
Marvin Gaye,
Jerry's Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gap Band,
Kas Product,
This Heat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bush Tetras,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hot Snakes,
New Order,
Alice Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
Motorama,
Joey Negro,
Sun City Girls,
Black Pus,
The Five Americans,
Adolescents,
Minutemen,
Yaz,
Depeche Mode,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lower 48,
Marine Girls,
Minny Pops,
The Pretty Things,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sound Behaviour,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Porter Ricks,
Nirvana,
Unrelated Segments,
Davy DMX,
Aloha Tigers,
Colin Newman,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.