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 Mali and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Subhumans to the punk 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Minnie Riperton,
Curtis Mayfield,
Visage,
KRS-One,
Spandau Ballet,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Clarke,
Rekid,
Audionom,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Halsall,
Second Layer,
Rapeman,
The Cramps,
Banda Bassotti,
Animal Collective,
The Fuzztones,
Ken Boothe,
Model 500,
The Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Victims,
Alice Coltrane,
The Golliwogs,
DNA,
Subhumans,
Leonard Cohen,
Patti Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Kayak,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gun Club,
The Red Krayola,
Albert Ayler,
The Count Five,
The Fall,
Al Stewart,
Thee Headcoats,
Bush Tetras,
Aloha Tigers,
CMW,
Intrusion,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Names,
Lower 48,
Bad Manners,
MDC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joyce Sims,
Glenn Branca,
Ludus,
Sixth Finger,
The Star Department,
Blossom Toes,
Average White Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Iggy Pop,
The Moody Blues,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.