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 Samoa and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
The Evens,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eli Mardock,
The Happenings,
Darondo,
David Axelrod,
Shoche,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott Heron,
Main Source,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wasted Youth,
the Human League,
Swans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tubeway Army,
Newcleus,
Warsaw,
Brick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Görl,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Byrd,
Second Layer,
The Knickerbockers,
Little Man,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yellowson,
The Move,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed,
Danielle Patucci,
Alphaville,
Mandrill,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brass Construction,
The Leaves,
The Count Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Q65,
Mantronix,
B.T. Express,
the Slits,
Zero Boys,
Ultravox,
Amazonics,
Glenn Branca,
Wally Richardson,
Sam Rivers,
World's Most,
Quadrant,
Carl Craig,
Reagan Youth,
Jawbox,
Moss Icon,
One Last Wish,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.