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 Czech Republic and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
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 marimba 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 Brand Nubian to the electroclash 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
CMW,
Interpol,
Alton Ellis,
Slave,
Bronski Beat,
Tom Boy,
Blancmange,
The Techniques,
U.S. Maple,
The Gories,
Susan Cadogan,
The Litter,
Ice-T,
Prince Buster,
Michelle Simonal,
Maleditus Sound,
The Stooges,
X-102,
The Cure,
Robert Görl,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fortunes,
Roxette,
Graham Central Station,
The Blackbyrds,
Lungfish,
Half Japanese,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scratch Acid,
DNA,
Urselle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Black Dice,
June Days,
The Knickerbockers,
Mars,
Yazoo,
The Beau Brummels,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pierre Henry,
Zapp,
Yusef Lateef,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Germs,
Albert Ayler,
Talk Talk,
The Electric Prunes,
Blake Baxter,
Lyres,
MDC,
Bluetip,
Swans,
The Searchers,
Harpers Bizarre,
FM Einheit,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.