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 Turkmenistan 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Q65 to the grime 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Panda Bear,
Parry Music,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Duran Duran,
a-ha,
Severed Heads,
Newcleus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Trumans Water,
Terry Callier,
Sparks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Hood,
Gerry Rafferty,
D'Angelo,
Zapp,
the Bar-Kays,
Grey Daturas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fuzztones,
Bootsy Collins,
Rapeman,
Whodini,
The Real Kids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yusef Lateef,
Mark Hollis,
the Association,
Eurythmics,
The Golliwogs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pere Ubu,
The Black Dice,
Organ,
Robert Wyatt,
The Velvet Underground,
Talk Talk,
Sixth Finger,
Slave,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Holt,
AZ,
Eden Ahbez,
K-Klass,
Nils Olav,
The Toasters,
EPMD,
the Germs,
Darondo,
Desert Stars,
Pagans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Mills,
Wire,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bauhaus,
Lakeside,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.