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 Madagascar and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fad Gadget to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pantytec,
Altered Images,
Ituana,
Interpol,
Grauzone,
Davy DMX,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Evens,
Nas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neu!,
Wings,
Radiohead,
World's Most,
Mission of Burma,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ohio Players,
Depeche Mode,
Amon Düül II,
Barbara Tucker,
Lyres,
Derrick Morgan,
Thee Headcoats,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hot Snakes,
Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme,
Circle Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lalann,
Sun City Girls,
The Stooges,
Jacob Miller,
Hashim,
DJ Style,
Sandy B,
Eric B and Rakim,
DJ Sneak,
John Coltrane,
Blake Baxter,
Lightning Bolt,
The Smiths,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Raincoats,
Vladislav Delay,
Bang On A Can,
Essential Logic,
Agitation Free,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Neon Judgement,
Bush Tetras,
Vainqueur,
Kayak,
D'Angelo,
Animal Collective,
Brass Construction,
Ultravox,
a-ha,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.