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 Ukraine and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Von Mondo to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
a-ha,
Rapeman,
Bang On A Can,
Soul II Soul,
The Grass Roots,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Television Personalities,
Scrapy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Suicide,
Country Teasers,
The Litter,
Excepter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wolf Eyes,
Swell Maps,
Sällskapet,
Tomorrow,
The Kinks,
Marvin Gaye,
Bill Near,
Kaleidoscope,
Flipper,
Radio Birdman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terrestrial Tones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David McCallum,
Los Fastidios,
The Names,
Cecil Taylor,
Blancmange,
Barrington Levy,
Deepchord,
Simply Red,
Johnny Clarke,
Darondo,
Wire,
Harmonia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minnie Riperton,
Carl Craig,
Josef K,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marine Girls,
The Evens,
Arab on Radar,
Glenn Branca,
Ice-T,
Camberwell Now,
E-Dancer,
Crime,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Swans,
Mantronix,
Neu!,
Ludus,
Kenny Larkin,
Yaz,
The Young Rascals,
Urselle,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.