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 Nepal and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mo-Dettes to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Minnie Riperton,
Nico,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Cell,
Fad Gadget,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flash Fearless,
Groovy Waters,
Rotary Connection,
Kaleidoscope,
Intrusion,
Thee Headcoats,
Crooked Eye,
Quantec,
Drexciya,
Harpers Bizarre,
Todd Rundgren,
Arthur Verocai,
Yellowson,
Aural Exciters,
Cheater Slicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Vladislav Delay,
Hoover,
Jimmy McGriff,
Babytalk,
Barbara Tucker,
Fela Kuti,
The Grass Roots,
Ultra Naté,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Misunderstood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Shuggie Otis,
Reuben Wilson,
Magma,
Graham Central Station,
EPMD,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Pulsallama,
The Sonics,
Bob Dylan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
Livin' Joy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lower 48,
The Monks,
Siglo XX,
Ponytail,
The Smoke,
Eddi Front,
Ultimate Spinach,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.