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 Iceland 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 A Certain Ratio to the techno 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ken Boothe,
The Monochrome Set,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ten City,
Thompson Twins,
Aaron Thompson,
Mantronix,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gabor Szabo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marmalade,
Eli Mardock,
Bootsy Collins,
The American Breed,
Freddie Wadling,
Bronski Beat,
Cameo,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Bar-Kays,
The Red Krayola,
Rufus Thomas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Qualms,
Pantytec,
A Certain Ratio,
The Seeds,
Accadde A,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bush Tetras,
Rotary Connection,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Count Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Index,
Laurel Aitken,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
F. McDonald,
Minny Pops,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stiv Bators,
Letta Mbulu,
Magma,
Dual Sessions,
Niagra,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter and Kerry,
Gong,
Grey Daturas,
Babytalk,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlback,
Q65,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.