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 South Sudan and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Masters at Work to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Erykah Badu,
The Pretty Things,
The Moleskins,
Ultra Naté,
Joe Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
Cybotron,
Rites of Spring,
Todd Terry,
Crooked Eye,
Charles Mingus,
The Fire Engines,
Pantaleimon,
Soulsonic Force,
Bill Wells,
Althea and Donna,
Grey Daturas,
The Velvet Underground,
Panda Bear,
Agent Orange,
Spandau Ballet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hashim,
Suicide,
Marc Almond,
The Fugs,
Robert Görl,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick May,
Toni Rubio,
Joey Negro,
Siglo XX,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Sherman,
KRS-One,
The Pop Group,
The Black Dice,
Subhumans,
Saccharine Trust,
Bush Tetras,
Pylon,
Fela Kuti,
Guru Guru,
Mars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Sonics,
H. Thieme,
Das Ding,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hot Snakes,
Index,
Trumans Water,
Nick Fraelich,
June Days,
Barbara Tucker,
Kaleidoscope,
Gregory Isaacs,
DJ Sneak,
Josef K,
Cecil Taylor,
T. Rex,
Terry Callier,
Neil Young,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.