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 Tonga and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lakeside to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Aloha Tigers,
Fugazi,
Masters at Work,
Youth Brigade,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Franke,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fuzztones,
Fatback Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Godley & Creme,
Arcadia,
The Count Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Freddie Wadling,
Bad Manners,
Gang Gang Dance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gichy Dan,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Standells,
Banda Bassotti,
The New Christs,
The Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lower 48,
Fluxion,
The Victims,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
kango's stein massive,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Görl,
The Beau Brummels,
Joyce Sims,
Rhythm & Sound,
China Crisis,
The Litter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
World's Most,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Panda Bear,
The Pretty Things,
The Moody Blues,
The Real Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
Babytalk,
Technova,
Mission of Burma,
Lyres,
Big Daddy Kane,
The United States of America,
Swell Maps,
David McCallum,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lucky Dragons,
Shuggie Otis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drexciya,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pole,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.