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 Kenya and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Byrd to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Basic Channel,
Marine Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Pop Group,
Kevin Saunderson,
Porter Ricks,
KRS-One,
MC5,
Josef K,
Amon Düül II,
Johnny Osbourne,
World's Most,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Toasters,
Cymande,
Magazine,
Joyce Sims,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Womack,
ABBA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ice-T,
Television,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cluster,
Panda Bear,
Nas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Patti Smith,
Barrington Levy,
Sister Nancy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Style,
Laurel Aitken,
Mission of Burma,
Mandrill,
James White and The Blacks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Order,
Erasure,
Little Man,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kayak,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Howard Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
Henry Cow,
The Index,
June Days,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.