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 Kenya and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Eli Mardock to the techno 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Mantronix,
The Trojans,
B.T. Express,
MDC,
Livin' Joy,
Dead Boys,
The Martian,
Bauhaus,
The Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erasure,
Technova,
Jacob Miller,
Minor Threat,
Joe Smooth,
Bad Manners,
Yazoo,
Josef K,
Simply Red,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Hill,
a-ha,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minutemen,
Roxy Music,
Pulsallama,
Peter & Gordon,
Schoolly D,
Bronski Beat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Severed Heads,
Franke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kurtis Blow,
Basic Channel,
Half Japanese,
Scan 7,
Darondo,
Johnny Clarke,
Scott Walker,
The Techniques,
CMW,
the Fania All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sixth Finger,
Juan Atkins,
Groovy Waters,
Aural Exciters,
Gang of Four,
Reagan Youth,
The Move,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Organ,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.