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 Kuwait and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Depeche Mode to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
DJ Style,
The Black Dice,
Mo-Dettes,
the Bar-Kays,
Brand Nubian,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barry Ungar,
Parry Music,
Quando Quango,
Alison Limerick,
Ronan,
Susan Cadogan,
The Tremeloes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Easy Going,
Faraquet,
The Music Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jawbox,
The Moody Blues,
June of 44,
Johnny Clarke,
Bronski Beat,
Funkadelic,
Judy Mowatt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Young Marble Giants,
The Motions,
John Cale,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Livin' Joy,
Royal Trux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
MDC,
John Coltrane,
Sister Nancy,
The Stooges,
The Seeds,
Japan,
The Durutti Column,
ABC,
Colin Newman,
The Fall,
MC5,
Pantaleimon,
The Move,
La Düsseldorf,
the Sonics,
48th St. Collective,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Make Up,
Pere Ubu,
Cybotron,
Rod Modell,
Patti Smith,
Yaz,
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.