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 Macedonia and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marine Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
the Association,
Max Romeo,
Boredoms,
the Normal,
PIL,
The Moleskins,
Flash Fearless,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Knickerbockers,
Chris & Cosey,
the Bar-Kays,
John Lydon,
Angry Samoans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Matthew Halsall,
Siglo XX,
Nils Olav,
DJ Style,
Joey Negro,
Alphaville,
The Victims,
Alice Coltrane,
Circle Jerks,
Camberwell Now,
The Young Rascals,
Monolake,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Christie,
The Grass Roots,
New Age Steppers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultravox,
CMW,
The Monochrome Set,
Buzzcocks,
Subhumans,
The Vogues,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Inner City,
The Last Poets,
Wally Richardson,
Rosa Yemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q and Not U,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Isaac Hayes,
Crash Course in Science,
Morten Harket,
The Kinks,
Hot Snakes,
Roxette,
the Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Little Man,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.