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 Guinea-Bissau and from Portland.
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 Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alison Limerick to the rap 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel 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 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Japan,
Swans,
The Residents,
Moby Grape,
Quadrant,
Bootsy Collins,
Ice-T,
The Techniques,
The Remains,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Byron Stingily,
Blossom Toes,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Sällskapet,
Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
The Count Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
ABBA,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flipper,
Peter & Gordon,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visage,
Avey Tare,
Panda Bear,
Jeff Mills,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Raincoats,
Motorama,
Basic Channel,
The Modern Lovers,
June Days,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rapeman,
John Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
The J.B.'s,
Excepter,
The Slits,
Pulsallama,
a-ha,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skriet,
Hasil Adkins,
The Toasters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Flesh Eaters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nirvana,
Arthur Verocai,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Dolphy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.