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 Moldova and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 K-Klass to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Newcleus,
Michelle Simonal,
Erasure,
Das Ding,
the Fania All-Stars,
Monks,
Robert Wyatt,
John Coltrane,
Bluetip,
Nas,
The Blues Magoos,
Con Funk Shun,
Average White Band,
The Birthday Party,
Judy Mowatt,
The Angels of Light,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Pop Group,
Babytalk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Public Enemy,
Soul II Soul,
Soulsonic Force,
Marmalade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
Infiniti,
The Grass Roots,
In Retrospect,
La Düsseldorf,
One Last Wish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Technova,
The Real Kids,
Accadde A,
The Durutti Column,
Little Man,
Underground Resistance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fire Engines,
Chris & Cosey,
Quadrant,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Starr,
Aaron Thompson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flash Fearless,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Smog,
Brand Nubian,
John Foxx,
Scrapy,
The American Breed,
Sällskapet,
Fear,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.