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 Singapore and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Radiopuhelimet to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Audionom,
Joy Division,
Agent Orange,
Scan 7,
the Association,
The Mummies,
Boredoms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Bananas,
Wolf Eyes,
Easy Going,
FM Einheit,
Leonard Cohen,
The Birthday Party,
Althea and Donna,
Blossom Toes,
Underground Resistance,
Yaz,
John Holt,
Hasil Adkins,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
UT,
Amon Düül,
The Happenings,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nico,
Kaleidoscope,
The Residents,
The Leaves,
Heaven 17,
Hardrive,
Porter Ricks,
Eric Copeland,
Depeche Mode,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ituana,
Marmalade,
The Remains,
DJ Style,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sound Behaviour,
Neil Young,
E-Dancer,
The Index,
Sandy B,
Kerrie Biddell,
Parry Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Interpol,
Nils Olav,
Popol Vuh,
kango's stein massive,
Roxette,
Pierre Henry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.