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 Kazakhstan and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Das Ding to the techno 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Joy Division,
The Human League,
Skriet,
Prince Buster,
Swans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fear,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul II Soul,
The Cowsills,
Harry Pussy,
The Misunderstood,
Sister Nancy,
Oneida,
cv313,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Interpol,
Gang of Four,
The Standells,
Charles Mingus,
Mars,
Newcleus,
the Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Janne Schatter,
Crash Course in Science,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mr. Review,
Monks,
Nico,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Victims,
Davy DMX,
Ludus,
The Moleskins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Q and Not U,
Morten Harket,
Outsiders,
Average White Band,
The Searchers,
Pussy Galore,
Blossom Toes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Drexciya,
Ultra Naté,
Flash Fearless,
Junior Murvin,
Peter & Gordon,
Livin' Joy,
Rites of Spring,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scan 7,
Rapeman,
Neil Young,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.