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 Tonga and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
The Last Poets,
The Star Department,
Howard Jones,
Surgeon,
Andrew Hill,
Max Romeo,
The Happenings,
Deepchord,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zapp,
Public Enemy,
Delta 5,
Blancmange,
Motorama,
the Soft Cell,
The Busters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mummies,
In Retrospect,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magazine,
Organ,
Ultravox,
The Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
Sonic Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
Maleditus Sound,
David Axelrod,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Pus,
David McCallum,
The Gap Band,
Monolake,
Brothers Johnson,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultra Naté,
Simply Red,
Connie Case,
Urselle,
A Certain Ratio,
Toni Rubio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quando Quango,
Morten Harket,
Judy Mowatt,
The Young Rascals,
Yaz,
Cluster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sparks,
Ten City,
Rites of Spring,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Names,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.