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 Namibia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 The Monochrome Set to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Malaria!,
Thompson Twins,
Buzzcocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aloha Tigers,
One Last Wish,
Mandrill,
The American Breed,
Model 500,
Audionom,
Todd Terry,
The Victims,
Roxy Music,
Barbara Tucker,
The Evens,
Steve Hackett,
Blossom Toes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Divine Comedy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlback,
Drexciya,
Brothers Johnson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quadrant,
Khruangbin,
The Motions,
Black Moon,
Rapeman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Reagan Youth,
New Order,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dead C,
Gang Gang Dance,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sound Behaviour,
The Litter,
The Human League,
Talk Talk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Almond,
H. Thieme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Barracudas,
Average White Band,
Soft Cell,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare,
Gang Starr,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Trojans,
Lou Christie,
Jacques Brel,
Scratch Acid,
Kayak,
Country Teasers,
Pole,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.