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 Malaysia and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
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 theremin 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 The New Christs to the funk 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Brick,
Dark Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warren Ellis,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ornette Coleman,
The Zeros,
Todd Rundgren,
The Count Five,
Derrick May,
Shoche,
Q and Not U,
MC5,
Harmonia,
The Offenders,
Unrelated Segments,
John Cale,
Suicide,
In Retrospect,
Aural Exciters,
Pagans,
Sarah Menescal,
Yazoo,
The Durutti Column,
Glenn Branca,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Womack,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare,
The Selecter,
This Heat,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mojo Men,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantaleimon,
Inner City,
Connie Case,
Funkadelic,
The Raincoats,
Technova,
Black Moon,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Misunderstood,
Stereo Dub,
The Victims,
Animal Collective,
Todd Terry,
Hardrive,
Subhumans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Negative Approach,
Scion,
The Black Dice,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.