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 Cameroon and from New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 E-Dancer to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Adolescents,
Ronan,
Robert Hood,
Liliput,
10cc,
Kerri Chandler,
Kaleidoscope,
Silicon Teens,
Stetsasonic,
Black Flag,
Don Cherry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
LL Cool J,
Siglo XX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DJ Style,
Cybotron,
Derrick Morgan,
Maleditus Sound,
The Vogues,
The Barracudas,
Motorama,
Letta Mbulu,
The Electric Prunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Half Japanese,
Wolf Eyes,
The Techniques,
U.S. Maple,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Görl,
Colin Newman,
MC5,
The Associates,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Little Man,
Basic Channel,
Harmonia,
Brand Nubian,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Beau Brummels,
The Trojans,
Magazine,
Morten Harket,
The Happenings,
The Misunderstood,
EPMD,
Spoonie Gee,
Fifty Foot Hose,
OOIOO,
The Cure,
UT,
Massinfluence,
Animal Collective,
John Holt,
Sparks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chrome,
Lindisfarne,
Sound Behaviour,
Pierre Henry,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.