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 Benin and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Yellowson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Icehouse,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fuzztones,
Terry Callier,
The Walker Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sister Nancy,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Roger Hodgson,
Swans,
The Star Department,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Von Mondo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rapeman,
The Electric Prunes,
David McCallum,
John Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
Chrome,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Suicide,
One Last Wish,
Iggy Pop,
Tres Demented,
Faraquet,
Ice-T,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Human League,
Vainqueur,
Hashim,
Quantec,
Thee Headcoats,
Tommy Roe,
The Searchers,
E-Dancer,
The Happenings,
Michelle Simonal,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Juan Atkins,
The Gories,
Rakim,
Erykah Badu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Little Man,
Soft Machine,
Lakeside,
The Barracudas,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sexual Harrassment,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.