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 Comoros 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 K-Klass to the techno 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Finger,
Saccharine Trust,
LL Cool J,
The Offenders,
The Cramps,
Chris & Cosey,
Circle Jerks,
Radiohead,
Rakim,
Kayak,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Von Mondo,
Stereo Dub,
Marmalade,
Bill Wells,
Black Moon,
Carl Craig,
Smog,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The American Breed,
The Golliwogs,
Livin' Joy,
Second Layer,
The Young Rascals,
The Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Walker Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
Los Fastidios,
Roxette,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
a-ha,
The Stooges,
Donny Hathaway,
China Crisis,
Monks,
Niagra,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Copeland,
Basic Channel,
Half Japanese,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joey Negro,
Khruangbin,
The Five Americans,
The Motions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeff Lynne,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Red Krayola,
the Bar-Kays,
Heaven 17,
Althea and Donna,
Laurel Aitken,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.