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 Norway and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 June of 44 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Porter Ricks,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Byrd,
Roger Hodgson,
Q and Not U,
Barrington Levy,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fuzztones,
Shoche,
Electric Prunes,
The Motions,
Lower 48,
Ornette Coleman,
Alphaville,
Animal Collective,
Adolescents,
The Trojans,
Suburban Knight,
Mark Hollis,
cv313,
Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
Gang Gang Dance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alton Ellis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Can,
Youth Brigade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ronan,
Ice-T,
Inner City,
Wasted Youth,
Intrusion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Man Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
the Normal,
Rod Modell,
Brick,
Boz Scaggs,
The Associates,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Divine Comedy,
Circle Jerks,
Cameo,
Sound Behaviour,
Slave,
Guru Guru,
Panda Bear,
Rosa Yemen,
The Kinks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Newcleus,
The Cramps,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Negative Approach,
Joey Negro,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.