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 Estonia and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Parry Music to the electroclash 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Connie Case,
Peter and Kerry,
Bronski Beat,
The Victims,
Joyce Sims,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boogie Down Productions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wire,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cure,
Marvin Gaye,
Underground Resistance,
the Germs,
Minnie Riperton,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Symarip,
Yazoo,
Wolf Eyes,
Swans,
The Fortunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Little Man,
Gang of Four,
X-102,
Sugar Minott,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dark Day,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeff Mills,
Eve St. Jones,
Visage,
Drexciya,
Jeru the Damaja,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Kinks,
Sex Pistols,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kayak,
Deepchord,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Trumans Water,
Black Pus,
Quantec,
Gong,
Oneida,
Jandek,
Lower 48,
Ultra Naté,
Newcleus,
Amon Düül II,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barry Ungar,
ABC,
The New Christs,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.