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 Latvia and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jeff Mills to the dance 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Davy DMX,
R.M.O.,
Blancmange,
Joensuu 1685,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slits,
David McCallum,
Soft Cell,
Junior Murvin,
K-Klass,
Tim Buckley,
The Human League,
KRS-One,
Colin Newman,
Schoolly D,
Silicon Teens,
Angry Samoans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Second Layer,
Suicide,
Desert Stars,
Popol Vuh,
Half Japanese,
Scrapy,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool Moe Dee,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Theoretical Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Unrelated Segments,
Japan,
Gang Starr,
Arab on Radar,
Banda Bassotti,
EPMD,
The Move,
Lyres,
The Techniques,
Radiohead,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Moon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Leonard Cohen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Index,
Archie Shepp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Vainqueur,
The Detroit Cobras,
Anthony Braxton,
Glenn Branca,
The Residents,
Ten City,
Au Pairs,
The Standells,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.