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 Mexico and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Scientists to the electroclash 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hasil Adkins,
Half Japanese,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Wells,
Wings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chris & Cosey,
Easy Going,
Delta 5,
Ronan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Buckinghams,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joe Finger,
Public Enemy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Can,
Crooked Eye,
Eddi Front,
Q65,
New Order,
F. McDonald,
Tim Buckley,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Henry Cow,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter & Gordon,
Alphaville,
The Dirtbombs,
Hot Snakes,
The Mummies,
The American Breed,
the Association,
Little Man,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed,
Technova,
Warsaw,
The Invisible,
The Electric Prunes,
Agent Orange,
Drexciya,
Andrew Hill,
Anthony Braxton,
Severed Heads,
Dark Day,
MC5,
Matthew Halsall,
Schoolly D,
The Saints,
Qualms,
The Moody Blues,
The Names,
Erasure,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Slits,
Deadbeat,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.