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 Chile and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Jesper Dahlback to the funk 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Rufus Thomas,
Graham Central Station,
Jimmy McGriff,
Carl Craig,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gories,
Thee Headcoats,
Ohio Players,
Archie Shepp,
Lakeside,
Cluster,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Flag,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terry Callier,
Robert Görl,
Hot Snakes,
The Associates,
Lou Christie,
Q65,
The Cowsills,
Grandmaster Flash,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Can,
Quantec,
Maleditus Sound,
Grauzone,
Bobby Byrd,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ten City,
Iggy Pop,
Ralphi Rosario,
Colin Newman,
Procol Harum,
Section 25,
The Busters,
Tom Boy,
Malaria!,
10cc,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Parry Music,
Smog,
David Axelrod,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick May,
Blancmange,
Mo-Dettes,
Surgeon,
Sun City Girls,
Kayak,
48th St. Collective,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Hill,
The Monks,
Sixth Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
the Normal,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.