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 Grenada and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Junior Murvin to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gladiators,
Grandmaster Flash,
Babytalk,
Eric Copeland,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang of Four,
Cluster,
Hardrive,
Visage,
Interpol,
Loose Ends,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mr. Review,
X-102,
Stockholm Monsters,
Agitation Free,
The Cramps,
Bronski Beat,
Zapp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tubeway Army,
Lucky Dragons,
David McCallum,
Glenn Branca,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cure,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Finger,
Masters at Work,
New York Dolls,
Wire,
Lalo Schifrin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Real Kids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare,
World's Most,
Magazine,
Andrew Hill,
Depeche Mode,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
The J.B.'s,
Section 25,
John Cale,
New Order,
the Swans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Kinks,
The Gap Band,
Marvin Gaye,
The Leaves,
Lungfish,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Fraelich,
James White and The Blacks,
Monks,
a-ha,
Ossler,
Symarip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.