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 Bulgaria and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dual Sessions to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris & Cosey,
Albert Ayler,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mummies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Connie Case,
Black Sheep,
Surgeon,
The Motions,
Lou Reed,
ABC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barry Ungar,
Yusef Lateef,
Cecil Taylor,
Ponytail,
Rufus Thomas,
The Vogues,
Mission of Burma,
R.M.O.,
Fugazi,
Nick Fraelich,
Grauzone,
The Real Kids,
Suicide,
Derrick May,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Japan,
Ituana,
David McCallum,
Wings,
Bill Near,
Magma,
Godley & Creme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Can,
X-101,
The Five Americans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Holt,
Fatback Band,
Royal Trux,
Jerry's Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arcadia,
World's Most,
Nils Olav,
Bootsy Collins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thompson Twins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camberwell Now,
Alice Coltrane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boz Scaggs,
D'Angelo,
Reuben Wilson,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.