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 Guatemala and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Techniques to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
The Moody Blues,
a-ha,
Derrick May,
The Knickerbockers,
Barry Ungar,
Sun Ra,
Wasted Youth,
Terry Callier,
Eurythmics,
Erasure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boogie Down Productions,
Don Cherry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marmalade,
The Stooges,
the Normal,
Dave Gahan,
Drexciya,
Scion,
Black Flag,
Liliput,
Piero Umiliani,
Colin Newman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Smog,
The Busters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The American Breed,
Jacques Brel,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Womack,
Skarface,
Alice Coltrane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Altered Images,
48th St. Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Essential Logic,
the Human League,
The United States of America,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Desert Stars,
Hardrive,
Mandrill,
Throbbing Gristle,
Surgeon,
Average White Band,
Heaven 17,
Joey Negro,
Blake Baxter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scrapy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Popol Vuh,
Charles Mingus,
Sound Behaviour,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.