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 Zambia and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 The Red Krayola to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Donald Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boredoms,
Crooked Eye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tim Buckley,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rod Modell,
Arab on Radar,
Archie Shepp,
D'Angelo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Audionom,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marine Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Kinks,
Harry Pussy,
Fear,
Jeff Mills,
The Monks,
Camberwell Now,
the Association,
Duran Duran,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mantronix,
Faraquet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neu!,
Jawbox,
Q and Not U,
Tom Boy,
La Düsseldorf,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cure,
Pole,
Wasted Youth,
Interpol,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
L. Decosne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
E-Dancer,
Lou Christie,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dark Day,
Lyres,
Motorama,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smoke,
UT,
FM Einheit,
Aaron Thompson,
Absolute Body Control,
Maurizio,
Dave Gahan,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.