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 Kiribati and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 48th St. Collective 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Byron Stingily,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Christie,
Hasil Adkins,
Derrick May,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stiv Bators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David Axelrod,
Scientists,
Silicon Teens,
Jacques Brel,
Arthur Verocai,
Das Ding,
Gang Green,
Glenn Branca,
Nico,
Jandek,
June Days,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fortunes,
Deakin,
Gang Starr,
The Grass Roots,
Cheater Slicks,
Section 25,
Mo-Dettes,
Monolake,
Pere Ubu,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cowsills,
Janne Schatter,
Urselle,
JFA,
Model 500,
Los Fastidios,
Peter and Kerry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marmalade,
The Martian,
Symarip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mission of Burma,
Carl Craig,
Clear Light,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boredoms,
Isaac Hayes,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Busters,
The Flesh Eaters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
A Flock of Seagulls,
T. Rex,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.