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 Ivory Coast and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Con Funk Shun to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ten City,
Skaos,
Ultra Naté,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ituana,
Magma,
Animal Collective,
Echospace,
Fela Kuti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Essential Logic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
AZ,
Procol Harum,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Masters at Work,
Isaac Hayes,
Flash Fearless,
Ossler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stetsasonic,
Soft Cell,
Joey Negro,
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young,
Man Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chris & Cosey,
Bauhaus,
Outsiders,
The Associates,
Bush Tetras,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Schoolly D,
Bob Dylan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mantronix,
Can,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Smiths,
Lou Christie,
Jacques Brel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Angels of Light,
FM Einheit,
Black Moon,
June Days,
Kerri Chandler,
Shuggie Otis,
Pagans,
The Stooges,
The Red Krayola,
Scratch Acid,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.