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 Angola and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Minny Pops to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Heaven 17,
Joyce Sims,
Rufus Thomas,
The Seeds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
T.S.O.L.,
The Modern Lovers,
Urselle,
the Sonics,
Ludus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Piero Umiliani,
Procol Harum,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Lakeside,
Minny Pops,
These Immortal Souls,
Lindisfarne,
Cameo,
The Names,
10cc,
Q65,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slave,
Niagra,
Bluetip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott Heron,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sound,
FM Einheit,
Babytalk,
Soft Cell,
Bob Dylan,
The Move,
Pierre Henry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxette,
U.S. Maple,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun City Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wire,
Bauhaus,
Sonic Youth,
The Grass Roots,
Pantytec,
The Monks,
Symarip,
Terry Callier,
Gang Green,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cal Tjader,
Ornette Coleman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magma,
Bootsy Collins,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.