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 Czech Republic and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
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 oboe 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 The Red Krayola to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rhythm & Sound,
Q and Not U,
Groovy Waters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Johnny Clarke,
Jacques Brel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Model 500,
Joensuu 1685,
Kayak,
Blossom Toes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Qualms,
Byron Stingily,
Terrestrial Tones,
Loose Ends,
Barrington Levy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Neon Judgement,
Sarah Menescal,
Rosa Yemen,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Christie,
Scientists,
Eric Copeland,
Von Mondo,
Anakelly,
Derrick Morgan,
Charles Mingus,
Bluetip,
Underground Resistance,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
a-ha,
Sight & Sound,
The Fugs,
Quando Quango,
Ronnie Foster,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faraquet,
X-102,
Ultra Naté,
Slave,
The Pop Group,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Piero Umiliani,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Buckinghams,
Roy Ayers,
The Victims,
Kaleidoscope,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chrome,
Ultravox,
Ludus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.