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 Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Amazonics to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kaleidoscope,
Alison Limerick,
Steve Hackett,
Harry Pussy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funky Four + One,
Niagra,
The Black Dice,
Roxy Music,
Cybotron,
Youth Brigade,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Victims,
Ralphi Rosario,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fall,
Half Japanese,
Mantronix,
Gong,
Supertramp,
Animal Collective,
X-Ray Spex,
Wings,
Amon Düül II,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ituana,
Oneida,
Wolf Eyes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Zero Boys,
Infiniti,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Charles Mingus,
Roy Ayers,
Deadbeat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Monks,
Panda Bear,
Junior Murvin,
Vainqueur,
James White and The Blacks,
Monolake,
Lalo Schifrin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Khruangbin,
Joey Negro,
Marcia Griffiths,
Audionom,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeru the Damaja,
K-Klass,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jawbox,
New Order,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.