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 Qatar and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Piero Umiliani to the techno 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric Dolphy,
Crime,
Skarface,
The Index,
The Smoke,
Ultra Naté,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cluster,
Ronnie Foster,
Ponytail,
Franke,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blossom Toes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-102,
Andrew Hill,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bad Manners,
Tommy Roe,
Bush Tetras,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Byrd,
The Modern Lovers,
Amazonics,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Green,
The United States of America,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marmalade,
Moss Icon,
The Walker Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Sun Ra,
Silicon Teens,
Iggy Pop,
The Blues Magoos,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare,
Tomorrow,
Public Enemy,
Brand Nubian,
John Foxx,
Sam Rivers,
Cheater Slicks,
Judy Mowatt,
Dennis Brown,
Lee Hazlewood,
U.S. Maple,
Dave Gahan,
Crash Course in Science,
Neu!,
The Fuzztones,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.