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 Zambia and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
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 arpeggiator 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 DJ Style to the grunge 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Barbara Tucker,
The Misunderstood,
FM Einheit,
Robert Hood,
MC5,
Rotary Connection,
Can,
Thee Headcoats,
Procol Harum,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shoche,
Liliput,
Grauzone,
Jeru the Damaja,
Saccharine Trust,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bauhaus,
Kayak,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Niagra,
June Days,
Interpol,
E-Dancer,
The Fuzztones,
Blake Baxter,
Yaz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Black Dice,
Robert Görl,
Sister Nancy,
The Selecter,
The Blues Magoos,
Qualms,
Visage,
Sandy B,
Ultravox,
Severed Heads,
The Evens,
Jacques Brel,
Scratch Acid,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mars,
Roy Ayers,
MDC,
X-102,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lungfish,
Desert Stars,
Arcadia,
The Dirtbombs,
John Lydon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quantec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Green,
The Sonics,
Slick Rick,
The Fall,
Black Moon,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.