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 Taipei.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Robert Palmer 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 Association to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Newcleus,
Technova,
The Names,
Grauzone,
Basic Channel,
Aaron Thompson,
10cc,
Josef K,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Beasts of Bourbon,
Juan Atkins,
Joyce Sims,
The Leaves,
Bauhaus,
Marine Girls,
Pole,
Subhumans,
Tubeway Army,
John Foxx,
The Kinks,
The Cramps,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
H. Thieme,
The Fuzztones,
Delta 5,
Shoche,
Soul Sonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun Ra,
Aloha Tigers,
The Pop Group,
Ohio Players,
Lindisfarne,
Fat Boys,
Massinfluence,
Nils Olav,
Cybotron,
Y Pants,
Chris & Cosey,
La Düsseldorf,
48th St. Collective,
Yellowson,
The Motions,
Bad Manners,
Robert Görl,
Andrew Hill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gun Club,
ABBA,
Desert Stars,
Loose Ends,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Teasers,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.