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 Belarus and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Suburban Knight to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker 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 jazz 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Liliput,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hashim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hot Snakes,
Can,
Scientists,
Fugazi,
Chrome,
The Fugs,
Oblivians,
DJ Sneak,
Silicon Teens,
Organ,
Mary Jane Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Junior Murvin,
The Cure,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Hood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Popol Vuh,
Minor Threat,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Remains,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thompson Twins,
Ohio Players,
Underground Resistance,
CMW,
Scott Walker,
48th St. Collective,
Unwound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
KRS-One,
Monks,
Ronnie Foster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Accadde A,
Circle Jerks,
Mandrill,
David Axelrod,
Pole,
Peter & Gordon,
PIL,
Stereo Dub,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eli Mardock,
Graham Central Station,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mummies,
The Skatalites,
the Bar-Kays,
New Age Steppers,
The Cowsills,
Radiopuhelimet,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.