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 Thailand and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Moleskins to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kas Product,
Scion,
Tubeway Army,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang On A Can,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed,
Easy Going,
Oneida,
Duran Duran,
Warsaw,
Nils Olav,
June of 44,
Model 500,
Aural Exciters,
Yazoo,
Scratch Acid,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The J.B.'s,
Alison Limerick,
Henry Cow,
The Mojo Men,
Lindisfarne,
T. Rex,
The Blues Magoos,
China Crisis,
Rosa Yemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deadbeat,
The Residents,
KRS-One,
Mandrill,
Lebanon Hanover,
Excepter,
Minny Pops,
Chrome,
Agent Orange,
The Red Krayola,
Circle Jerks,
The Mummies,
Byron Stingily,
Black Flag,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Warren Ellis,
Sugar Minott,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scientists,
Tomorrow,
Unrelated Segments,
Bob Dylan,
Kaleidoscope,
The Shadows of Knight,
DNA,
These Immortal Souls,
Slick Rick,
Roxy Music,
Zero Boys,
Soul II Soul,
The Gladiators,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.