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 Algeria and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Massinfluence to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
B.T. Express,
Zapp,
Aloha Tigers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Holt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bootsy Collins,
The Smiths,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Golliwogs,
T.S.O.L.,
Stiv Bators,
Graham Central Station,
Liliput,
The Buckinghams,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Eating Sloth,
Janne Schatter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül II,
Boredoms,
Leonard Cohen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lyres,
Talk Talk,
Panda Bear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Prince Buster,
The Smoke,
Sam Rivers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Henry Cow,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gap Band,
Marvin Gaye,
The Count Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Neon Judgement,
Lungfish,
Niagra,
Fela Kuti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nico,
Warren Ellis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Essential Logic,
Chris & Cosey,
Kas Product,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Busters,
Excepter,
Babytalk,
kango's stein massive,
The Mummies,
Skaos,
Ohio Players,
Radiopuhelimet,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Christie,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.