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 Botswana 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Deakin,
Suicide,
The Beau Brummels,
Don Cherry,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gories,
Procol Harum,
Hoover,
Cal Tjader,
Talk Talk,
Country Teasers,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Wake,
The Remains,
Minutemen,
Cybotron,
Juan Atkins,
Organ,
Eric Dolphy,
the Association,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
T. Rex,
These Immortal Souls,
F. McDonald,
Letta Mbulu,
Theoretical Girls,
The Smoke,
The Real Kids,
Underground Resistance,
China Crisis,
Danielle Patucci,
Brothers Johnson,
Ice-T,
Ken Boothe,
The Sound,
Robert Hood,
R.M.O.,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Lydon,
Sparks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Delon & Dalcan,
Idris Muhammad,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Cale,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
The New Christs,
Mo-Dettes,
Sight & Sound,
Cameo,
Livin' Joy,
In Retrospect,
Yaz,
Schoolly D,
Visage,
Thee Headcoats,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joensuu 1685,
Fatback Band,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.