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 Estonia and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Audionom to the electroclash 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Saints,
Infiniti,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Near,
AZ,
Crooked Eye,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Christie,
Radiopuhelimet,
Anthony Braxton,
Cal Tjader,
Boz Scaggs,
Faust,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gap Band,
Tres Demented,
Bluetip,
E-Dancer,
Morten Harket,
Dark Day,
Davy DMX,
Marc Almond,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Durutti Column,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Görl,
Joe Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Terry,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Victims,
Sun City Girls,
Harry Pussy,
The Associates,
Essential Logic,
Gabor Szabo,
The Black Dice,
Jawbox,
Massinfluence,
Urselle,
Nas,
Faraquet,
Q and Not U,
Thee Headcoats,
The Vogues,
The Remains,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Howard Jones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pere Ubu,
The Buckinghams,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Man Parrish,
Hashim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.