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 Eritrea and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Robert Görl to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Freddie Wadling,
FM Einheit,
Nils Olav,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fad Gadget,
Grauzone,
Subhumans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Hood,
OOIOO,
David Bowie,
Reuben Wilson,
Joyce Sims,
R.M.O.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quantec,
Judy Mowatt,
Icehouse,
Newcleus,
Byron Stingily,
The Trojans,
48th St. Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Finger,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ossler,
Inner City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dead Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Green,
Slave,
Yusef Lateef,
Masters at Work,
Neu!,
Ice-T,
Suicide,
Television,
Neil Young,
Robert Görl,
The Gun Club,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Bananas,
The Walker Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
Groovy Waters,
Hasil Adkins,
Lungfish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dark Day,
Jesper Dahlback,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Doors,
Josef K,
John Lydon,
The Wake,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.