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 Bangladesh and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Susan Cadogan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Coltrane,
Skarface,
Sarah Menescal,
The Neon Judgement,
Porter Ricks,
ABBA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Drexciya,
Section 25,
Scion,
The Fugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric Copeland,
Junior Murvin,
The Techniques,
Fear,
La Düsseldorf,
Q and Not U,
Buzzcocks,
Alphaville,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Birthday Party,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yaz,
Alison Limerick,
Skaos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Groovy Waters,
One Last Wish,
Oblivians,
Goldenarms,
Laurel Aitken,
Niagra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare,
Howard Jones,
Black Pus,
Donald Byrd,
Bizarre Inc.,
Juan Atkins,
The Leaves,
Spoonie Gee,
Gichy Dan,
Todd Terry,
Pussy Galore,
The Mummies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Warsaw,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sonics,
Colin Newman,
Don Cherry,
Infiniti,
Grey Daturas,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.