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 Estonia and from Portland.
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 Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Minnie Riperton to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Fluxion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roger Hodgson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anthony Braxton,
Infiniti,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy Collins,
Deakin,
Brand Nubian,
Hashim,
Zapp,
The Stooges,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jandek,
Joe Finger,
Alice Coltrane,
Ken Boothe,
Bronski Beat,
Supertramp,
The Neon Judgement,
Mars,
The Remains,
The Dead C,
Whodini,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Franke,
Isaac Hayes,
UT,
Angry Samoans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Negative Approach,
Sound Behaviour,
Charles Mingus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chrome,
Jeff Mills,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fugs,
H. Thieme,
Pere Ubu,
Kerri Chandler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
a-ha,
Black Pus,
L. Decosne,
ABC,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Morten Harket,
the Normal,
Accadde A,
The Cure,
D'Angelo,
Black Bananas,
Sun City Girls,
The Names,
CMW,
Harmonia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.