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 Kosovo and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro 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 Neu! 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Magazine,
Letta Mbulu,
Khruangbin,
The Slackers,
Make Up,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Görl,
Kevin Saunderson,
B.T. Express,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radio Birdman,
The Standells,
Sam Rivers,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mojo Men,
Scan 7,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ituana,
Procol Harum,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joy Division,
Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chris Corsano,
Nik Kershaw,
Dennis Brown,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arab on Radar,
Shuggie Otis,
Pole,
Donald Byrd,
PIL,
Henry Cow,
The Zeros,
The Real Kids,
Rakim,
the Swans,
Cybotron,
The Smoke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
Aloha Tigers,
Motorama,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yazoo,
Gabor Szabo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eurythmics,
Barrington Levy,
X-101,
Kas Product,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Danielle Patucci,
Graham Central Station,
AZ,
Bill Wells,
The J.B.'s,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.