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 Niger and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Erykah Badu to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brand Nubian,
Quantec,
Harmonia,
Essential Logic,
Byron Stingily,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Erykah Badu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Drive Like Jehu,
L. Decosne,
Mo-Dettes,
Glenn Branca,
Von Mondo,
Ponytail,
Duran Duran,
The Moody Blues,
Boz Scaggs,
Whodini,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cramps,
Alphaville,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Star Department,
Toni Rubio,
Fugazi,
Gichy Dan,
Roxy Music,
Ultimate Spinach,
LL Cool J,
Nico,
Qualms,
Grauzone,
Funky Four + One,
H. Thieme,
Eddi Front,
Mantronix,
Godley & Creme,
Stereo Dub,
Eric Copeland,
Moebius,
Stiv Bators,
The Evens,
E-Dancer,
Piero Umiliani,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
10cc,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fad Gadget,
Scan 7,
Oblivians,
Suicide,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Albert Ayler,
Don Cherry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Intrusion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Laurel Aitken,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.