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 Slovakia 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Infiniti to the jazz 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Monks,
Japan,
Fluxion,
X-Ray Spex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cal Tjader,
Hot Snakes,
Warren Ellis,
Thompson Twins,
The Music Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Move,
Sam Rivers,
Maurizio,
Morten Harket,
Harry Pussy,
Ossler,
T. Rex,
Howard Jones,
B.T. Express,
Barry Ungar,
Drexciya,
The Invisible,
The Techniques,
Curtis Mayfield,
Spoonie Gee,
Essential Logic,
Buzzcocks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ponytail,
Jacques Brel,
Janne Schatter,
The New Christs,
Letta Mbulu,
Ronan,
Toni Rubio,
The Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lebanon Hanover,
Glambeats Corp.,
Infiniti,
Country Teasers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-102,
the Fania All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
The Human League,
Matthew Bourne,
June of 44,
Ronnie Foster,
Crash Course in Science,
Sandy B,
Soul Sonic Force,
La Düsseldorf,
The Standells,
Radiohead,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Main Source,
The Mojo Men,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.