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 Serbia and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the rap 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
The Invisible,
Circle Jerks,
The Offenders,
The Toasters,
the Soft Cell,
Heaven 17,
Make Up,
John Cale,
Japan,
The Fugs,
Shoche,
Marc Almond,
Scrapy,
Tommy Roe,
Ponytail,
X-102,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Lydon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soft Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nils Olav,
K-Klass,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Fraelich,
Theoretical Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
MDC,
Parry Music,
B.T. Express,
The Cramps,
The United States of America,
Sonic Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Mills,
Grauzone,
Frankie Knuckles,
Trumans Water,
Archie Shepp,
Wasted Youth,
D'Angelo,
The Martian,
LL Cool J,
Harmonia,
Colin Newman,
Scratch Acid,
Moby Grape,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deakin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DJ Style,
The Gap Band,
Funkadelic,
Underground Resistance,
The Velvet Underground,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.