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 Laos and from Woodstock.
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 New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Deepchord,
Animal Collective,
Robert Wyatt,
Matthew Bourne,
Funky Four + One,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalo Schifrin,
David Bowie,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharoah Sanders,
Altered Images,
Drexciya,
Neil Young,
Black Pus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang of Four,
The Last Poets,
Can,
Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
Ohio Players,
The Sound,
Marc Almond,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tears for Fears,
Janne Schatter,
Hardrive,
The Young Rascals,
Amazonics,
Ice-T,
Al Stewart,
Ossler,
a-ha,
The Evens,
Agitation Free,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gun Club,
Morten Harket,
Gang Starr,
E-Dancer,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy Collins,
Roxette,
Dave Gahan,
Blake Baxter,
Rapeman,
The Red Krayola,
Heaven 17,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fuzztones,
The Skatalites,
Barbara Tucker,
Visage,
The Victims,
These Immortal Souls,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.