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 Guyana 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Dawn Penn to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Sun Ra,
Wire,
Kenny Larkin,
The Real Kids,
The Fuzztones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cure,
Pylon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Con Funk Shun,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Organ,
Wings,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Smoke,
ABBA,
The United States of America,
Minutemen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dorothy Ashby,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fela Kuti,
Soulsonic Force,
AZ,
the Bar-Kays,
T. Rex,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Underground Resistance,
Loose Ends,
Neu!,
The Happenings,
Dual Sessions,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tommy Roe,
H. Thieme,
Technova,
CMW,
Reuben Wilson,
The Stooges,
Eden Ahbez,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aaron Thompson,
Al Stewart,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Lynne,
Minny Pops,
Franke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Rundgren,
The Flesh Eaters,
Swans,
Amon Düül,
Qualms,
Bad Manners,
Zapp,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.