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 South Sudan and from New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the jazz 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dual Sessions,
New Order,
Camberwell Now,
Colin Newman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Tremeloes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Steve Hackett,
Fat Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hashim,
Underground Resistance,
Laurel Aitken,
Franke,
Tom Boy,
Panda Bear,
Harmonia,
Unrelated Segments,
The Evens,
Minnie Riperton,
Cal Tjader,
Nik Kershaw,
Sällskapet,
Organ,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Coltrane,
Agent Orange,
Idris Muhammad,
Leonard Cohen,
Dave Gahan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Copeland,
Depeche Mode,
Easy Going,
Robert Hood,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glenn Branca,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mars,
Adolescents,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gories,
The Skatalites,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacob Miller,
Eden Ahbez,
B.T. Express,
OOIOO,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Slits,
Charles Mingus,
Eli Mardock,
The Golliwogs,
Grauzone,
Malaria!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Banda Bassotti,
Qualms,
The Fall,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.