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 Mexico and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the grunge 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Jeff Mills,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Echospace,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Green,
The Dirtbombs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kas Product,
John Coltrane,
Fatback Band,
New Age Steppers,
Yaz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eddi Front,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Half Japanese,
Desert Stars,
The Cure,
Steve Hackett,
Pantytec,
Archie Shepp,
the Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
The Misunderstood,
Erykah Badu,
The Techniques,
Donald Byrd,
The Remains,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sugar Minott,
The Human League,
Monolake,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
AZ,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Durutti Column,
Swell Maps,
Jandek,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Traffic Nightmare,
Shuggie Otis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Negative Approach,
Nirvana,
Black Sheep,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dead C,
Circle Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
Country Teasers,
Derrick Morgan,
Barry Ungar,
Royal Trux,
Pagans,
Bang On A Can,
Flipper,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.