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 Austria and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wolf Eyes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Moss Icon,
Scan 7,
Jesper Dahlback,
UT,
Kenny Larkin,
Rod Modell,
Moby Grape,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
JFA,
Index,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zapp,
Guru Guru,
Fela Kuti,
DJ Sneak,
Stockholm Monsters,
Don Cherry,
A Certain Ratio,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Style,
Cymande,
Carl Craig,
Rufus Thomas,
Jerry's Kids,
Kerri Chandler,
Vainqueur,
Au Pairs,
Outsiders,
The Real Kids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Last Poets,
Public Enemy,
Skaos,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Althea and Donna,
Black Bananas,
Angry Samoans,
X-102,
Jeff Mills,
Neu!,
Absolute Body Control,
This Heat,
Pere Ubu,
Eric Copeland,
Howard Jones,
Bush Tetras,
Tres Demented,
Sandy B,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New Age Steppers,
Nas,
Rotary Connection,
The Associates,
Dave Gahan,
Second Layer,
The Angels of Light,
Delta 5,
CMW,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.