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 Bahamas and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Happenings to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Barrington Levy,
Ossler,
Urselle,
Aural Exciters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mark Hollis,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Monks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Technova,
Heaven 17,
Crash Course in Science,
kango's stein massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joyce Sims,
Procol Harum,
MDC,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camouflage,
La Düsseldorf,
Rufus Thomas,
DNA,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Danielle Patucci,
Sex Pistols,
Talk Talk,
The Victims,
Zero Boys,
Mad Mike,
Joy Division,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eli Mardock,
These Immortal Souls,
Eve St. Jones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eddi Front,
Black Bananas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scientists,
Nas,
The Velvet Underground,
Kurtis Blow,
Von Mondo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tommy Roe,
Josef K,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minny Pops,
The Modern Lovers,
T. Rex,
Harry Pussy,
Al Stewart,
The Misunderstood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
R.M.O.,
Tim Buckley,
Gregory Isaacs,
a-ha,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.