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 Latvia and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 a-ha to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neil Young,
Hashim,
Symarip,
Laurel Aitken,
Mo-Dettes,
Kurtis Blow,
the Association,
Anthony Braxton,
New York Dolls,
Mantronix,
The Buckinghams,
Mars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oblivians,
Kaleidoscope,
Icehouse,
Index,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scientists,
Lyres,
Country Teasers,
Boredoms,
Soulsonic Force,
Moss Icon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DJ Sneak,
Minor Threat,
Kayak,
Sparks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Audionom,
Drexciya,
Niagra,
Pantaleimon,
Gichy Dan,
Piero Umiliani,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eden Ahbez,
Das Ding,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quantec,
Suicide,
UT,
The Busters,
Aswad,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marmalade,
The New Christs,
June Days,
China Crisis,
La Düsseldorf,
Reagan Youth,
Pole,
Intrusion,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.