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 Mauritius and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Gerry Rafferty,
Davy DMX,
Urselle,
X-Ray Spex,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare,
Maleditus Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Normal,
The Victims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Leaves,
The Mojo Men,
Babytalk,
Radiohead,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Malaria!,
Altered Images,
Stetsasonic,
Skriet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Icehouse,
Silicon Teens,
Eli Mardock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hardrive,
cv313,
the Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
David McCallum,
Erykah Badu,
The Monochrome Set,
Rites of Spring,
Animal Collective,
Aaron Thompson,
The Five Americans,
Roger Hodgson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oneida,
Con Funk Shun,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sister Nancy,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Foxx,
the Association,
Alton Ellis,
The Monks,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry's Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smiths,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hoover,
Cheater Slicks,
Minutemen,
Graham Central Station,
The Happenings,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.