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 Portugal and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Aloha Tigers to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a güiro 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Halsall,
Excepter,
Agitation Free,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mantronix,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Judy Mowatt,
Max Romeo,
Don Cherry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gregory Isaacs,
World's Most,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Audionom,
LL Cool J,
Bronski Beat,
Ornette Coleman,
Albert Ayler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Slackers,
the Soft Cell,
The Invisible,
The Modern Lovers,
The Selecter,
Brick,
Soft Machine,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker,
Deakin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Circle Jerks,
Fear,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeff Lynne,
48th St. Collective,
Charles Mingus,
Echospace,
Juan Atkins,
Jacob Miller,
Maleditus Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alton Ellis,
Bluetip,
X-101,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Sneak,
Pussy Galore,
Dual Sessions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yaz,
L. Decosne,
Nik Kershaw,
Von Mondo,
Sandy B,
Animal Collective,
Intrusion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.