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 Paraguay and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lungfish to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
The American Breed,
Pussy Galore,
Theoretical Girls,
The Zeros,
The Associates,
Young Marble Giants,
Slick Rick,
Drexciya,
Gang Green,
Slave,
Derrick Morgan,
Marvin Gaye,
Eve St. Jones,
Tears for Fears,
Wasted Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Monolake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
cv313,
Alphaville,
Siglo XX,
Robert Wyatt,
Little Man,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alton Ellis,
Funky Four + One,
Dark Day,
The Durutti Column,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cybotron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
D'Angelo,
Bronski Beat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magazine,
John Lydon,
Sixth Finger,
Depeche Mode,
Second Layer,
Delon & Dalcan,
Intrusion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harmonia,
The Misunderstood,
Amazonics,
The Fall,
Sexual Harrassment,
LL Cool J,
Supertramp,
Pantaleimon,
Peter & Gordon,
La Düsseldorf,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Dolphy,
In Retrospect,
Monks,
Masters at Work,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Whodini,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.