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 Vanuatu and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Glenn Branca to the dance 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Rod Modell,
UT,
Lyres,
The Smoke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flipper,
Black Pus,
The Cowsills,
Symarip,
Lower 48,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sister Nancy,
Cameo,
Sparks,
Avey Tare,
Pylon,
Brand Nubian,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quando Quango,
CMW,
In Retrospect,
Joy Division,
New Order,
Al Stewart,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cramps,
Jandek,
Fad Gadget,
Talk Talk,
New Age Steppers,
The Angels of Light,
Unrelated Segments,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Section 25,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cheater Slicks,
The Slackers,
The Black Dice,
Main Source,
The Monks,
Magma,
Barrington Levy,
Boz Scaggs,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Slits,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quantec,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Toni Rubio,
La Düsseldorf,
Scrapy,
kango's stein massive,
Bad Manners,
Minny Pops,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Sam Rivers,
David McCallum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.