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 Somalia and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Fatback Band to the crunk 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Soul Sonic Force,
Parry Music,
Loose Ends,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cure,
Nick Fraelich,
Hot Snakes,
A Certain Ratio,
The Black Dice,
Thompson Twins,
Cluster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Janne Schatter,
Peter & Gordon,
Swans,
Rosa Yemen,
Royal Trux,
Tubeway Army,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Wyatt,
Sandy B,
Agitation Free,
Eric Dolphy,
Henry Cow,
La Düsseldorf,
Alton Ellis,
the Normal,
Tears for Fears,
Patti Smith,
Robert Görl,
Gastr Del Sol,
Franke,
Clear Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Zeros,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Searchers,
Reuben Wilson,
F. McDonald,
Charles Mingus,
Joe Finger,
Tres Demented,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ituana,
Swell Maps,
The Doors,
Max Romeo,
Junior Murvin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Bar-Kays,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New York Dolls,
The Tremeloes,
Neil Young,
Simply Red,
The Misunderstood,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Bowie,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.