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 Iraq and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ohio Players to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Vogues,
Kurtis Blow,
The Barracudas,
Hot Snakes,
Ronan,
Television Personalities,
Neu!,
Royal Trux,
kango's stein massive,
Clear Light,
The Residents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eli Mardock,
Surgeon,
Ituana,
Eurythmics,
David McCallum,
Y Pants,
ABBA,
Kerri Chandler,
Vladislav Delay,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nirvana,
Drexciya,
Intrusion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Zapp,
The Slackers,
Reagan Youth,
Essential Logic,
Hasil Adkins,
H. Thieme,
James White and The Blacks,
The Real Kids,
Monks,
Groovy Waters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cluster,
Amon Düül,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lungfish,
Eric Dolphy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cecil Taylor,
Brothers Johnson,
Judy Mowatt,
the Slits,
48th St. Collective,
CMW,
The Golliwogs,
The Associates,
Kaleidoscope,
Scan 7,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Monks,
Bill Near,
Pantaleimon,
Von Mondo,
Warren Ellis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Albert Ayler,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.