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 Panama and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the electroclash 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
KRS-One,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camberwell Now,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roger Hodgson,
Television,
David Axelrod,
Main Source,
June of 44,
A Certain Ratio,
The Litter,
K-Klass,
John Cale,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Godley & Creme,
Joyce Sims,
Tears for Fears,
Los Fastidios,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ornette Coleman,
Todd Rundgren,
Joensuu 1685,
Mark Hollis,
The Golliwogs,
The Blues Magoos,
The Kinks,
John Holt,
The Blackbyrds,
Juan Atkins,
Desert Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Oblivians,
Bang On A Can,
Masters at Work,
Drexciya,
Newcleus,
Barbara Tucker,
Magma,
Outsiders,
Pulsallama,
Swell Maps,
Chrome,
The Monks,
John Lydon,
Japan,
Icehouse,
Black Flag,
The Sonics,
Fatback Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Model 500,
Anthony Braxton,
Wings,
Iggy Pop,
Lucky Dragons,
ABC,
Popol Vuh,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.