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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Pere Ubu 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Pagans,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ludus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scion,
Monks,
Ponytail,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Slits,
Drexciya,
L. Decosne,
Index,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Evens,
Young Marble Giants,
Lakeside,
Lower 48,
Black Bananas,
Robert Hood,
The Victims,
Shoche,
Ultra Naté,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Smiths,
Tim Buckley,
Faust,
The Last Poets,
Moby Grape,
a-ha,
Eden Ahbez,
Bad Manners,
Basic Channel,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Silicon Teens,
Freddie Wadling,
Hasil Adkins,
8 Eyed Spy,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cure,
The Red Krayola,
Ken Boothe,
OOIOO,
Leonard Cohen,
The Misunderstood,
Scrapy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxette,
Television Personalities,
Black Sheep,
U.S. Maple,
Nick Fraelich,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Au Pairs,
The Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rakim,
Nico,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.