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 Cape Verde and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Organ to the funk 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Erykah Badu,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed,
Marcia Griffiths,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New York Dolls,
Arab on Radar,
Depeche Mode,
Rod Modell,
Neu!,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bush Tetras,
Eric Dolphy,
Darondo,
New Order,
The Cure,
Make Up,
The Blues Magoos,
Wire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Qualms,
Ronnie Foster,
Wasted Youth,
Quantec,
Sonic Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Pus,
MDC,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tomorrow,
KRS-One,
Amazonics,
Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
Joyce Sims,
The Fall,
Bronski Beat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Minor Threat,
Godley & Creme,
Babytalk,
The Gladiators,
Howard Jones,
John Coltrane,
Drexciya,
Tubeway Army,
kango's stein massive,
The Pretty Things,
Charles Mingus,
Black Flag,
The Searchers,
Public Enemy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rites of Spring,
Deakin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arcadia,
John Holt,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.