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 Eritrea and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Maleditus Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Near,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cameo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eli Mardock,
Ultra Naté,
X-Ray Spex,
Groovy Waters,
The Moody Blues,
Shoche,
Gang Starr,
Black Flag,
A Certain Ratio,
Ponytail,
Animal Collective,
Ice-T,
The Pretty Things,
Fluxion,
Colin Newman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Graham Central Station,
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Bourne,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anthony Braxton,
Stereo Dub,
Funkadelic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thee Headcoats,
The Leaves,
Freddie Wadling,
Underground Resistance,
Soft Cell,
John Holt,
Rapeman,
Roxy Music,
The Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül II,
Newcleus,
Procol Harum,
Sun Ra,
The Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
Sun City Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Albert Ayler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soul II Soul,
the Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Al Stewart,
Jerry's Kids,
Dual Sessions,
Blancmange,
Index,
Kaleidoscope,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.