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 Cyprus and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Letta Mbulu to the grunge 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pere Ubu,
The Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed,
Marvin Gaye,
Tres Demented,
Faust,
Scion,
Funkadelic,
Simply Red,
Bob Dylan,
Eden Ahbez,
Connie Case,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
Darondo,
Janne Schatter,
Sun City Girls,
Davy DMX,
Swell Maps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
kango's stein massive,
The Mummies,
Fear,
Joey Negro,
Arab on Radar,
Ken Boothe,
Country Teasers,
Todd Terry,
Blake Baxter,
Black Pus,
Nico,
Newcleus,
The Sonics,
Carl Craig,
The Evens,
Maleditus Sound,
Marc Almond,
Wings,
The Zeros,
Wolf Eyes,
Letta Mbulu,
Intrusion,
Peter & Gordon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Severed Heads,
Eli Mardock,
The Walker Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Swans,
Crime,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Index,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amon Düül,
B.T. Express,
Bush Tetras,
The Misunderstood,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.