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 Fiji and from Glasgow.
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 Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Dorothy Ashby to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Pagans,
Mo-Dettes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Motorama,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Model 500,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ice-T,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soulsonic Force,
Kaleidoscope,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dawn Penn,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sam Rivers,
Silicon Teens,
Slick Rick,
Morten Harket,
Unwound,
Idris Muhammad,
10cc,
Public Enemy,
Brand Nubian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Green,
Flipper,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dennis Brown,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gabor Szabo,
Junior Murvin,
Second Layer,
Crispian St. Peters,
Los Fastidios,
Bronski Beat,
Roxy Music,
Visage,
David Axelrod,
Excepter,
Jacques Brel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yusef Lateef,
Adolescents,
Surgeon,
H. Thieme,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amazonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aural Exciters,
Nirvana,
Althea and Donna,
Dark Day,
Duran Duran,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scratch Acid,
Moebius,
EPMD,
The Grass Roots,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.