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 Afghanistan and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 H. Thieme to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Shuggie Otis,
Eddi Front,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Bananas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Selecter,
Country Teasers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angry Samoans,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultravox,
Joey Negro,
Cameo,
Faraquet,
Japan,
Jandek,
Pagans,
Terry Callier,
The Evens,
Yazoo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ten City,
Anakelly,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Godley & Creme,
Eurythmics,
Arcadia,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Maleditus Sound,
Urselle,
Delta 5,
Lightning Bolt,
Lungfish,
Ituana,
Animal Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
Pierre Henry,
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker,
Fad Gadget,
Mantronix,
Masters at Work,
Babytalk,
The Stooges,
Dawn Penn,
The Fuzztones,
June of 44,
Technova,
Procol Harum,
Yusef Lateef,
The Invisible,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anthony Braxton,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.