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 Philippines and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the snare 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 Metal Thangz to the punk 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour 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 techno 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Das Ding,
Sound Behaviour,
Warsaw,
Maleditus Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reuben Wilson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fortunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roy Ayers,
Negative Approach,
Jacques Brel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Public Enemy,
The Offenders,
Shoche,
Altered Images,
Moebius,
Hot Snakes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lightning Bolt,
Cluster,
Black Moon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dark Day,
Alison Limerick,
Fatback Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Supertramp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Michelle Simonal,
Quantec,
Marvin Gaye,
Carl Craig,
The Doors,
Hasil Adkins,
PIL,
CMW,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Thee Headcoats,
Magma,
The Cowsills,
A Certain Ratio,
48th St. Collective,
Ituana,
Wire,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monochrome Set,
Mars,
Judy Mowatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Wake,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Görl,
Marmalade,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.