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 Monaco and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gang Starr to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sparks,
The Invisible,
Fear,
the Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mantronix,
Joy Division,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Country Joe & The Fish,
U.S. Maple,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hashim,
The Searchers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Todd Terry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultra Naté,
Public Enemy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronnie Foster,
The Happenings,
Franke,
Cheater Slicks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Qualms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aloha Tigers,
MC5,
Henry Cow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Babytalk,
Fat Boys,
Scott Walker,
Colin Newman,
Mad Mike,
The Birthday Party,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kerri Chandler,
KRS-One,
Dead Boys,
Skarface,
The Wake,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Smoke,
Nico,
These Immortal Souls,
Yaz,
Davy DMX,
Moby Grape,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pylon,
kango's stein massive,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Stooges,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.