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 Swaziland and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 The Gories to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
The Pop Group,
F. McDonald,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Raincoats,
Eli Mardock,
Maleditus Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Eric Dolphy,
Nirvana,
Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Velvet Underground,
Japan,
ABBA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Parry Music,
Index,
Rotary Connection,
Altered Images,
Sparks,
Bush Tetras,
Neu!,
Ludus,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Görl,
Jerry's Kids,
Pole,
Glambeats Corp.,
Schoolly D,
Fela Kuti,
the Human League,
Pere Ubu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Das Ding,
Pierre Henry,
Janne Schatter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Interpol,
Ultimate Spinach,
a-ha,
Sexual Harrassment,
China Crisis,
Carl Craig,
the Slits,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shoche,
Make Up,
Quando Quango,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Christie,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Pretty Things,
UT,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.