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 Haiti and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fela Kuti to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Dark Day,
The Gun Club,
Anthony Braxton,
Basic Channel,
Bill Near,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delta 5,
Godley & Creme,
Maleditus Sound,
Duran Duran,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cure,
Babytalk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moby Grape,
Robert Görl,
Suicide,
the Bar-Kays,
Stetsasonic,
The Cramps,
Essential Logic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aaron Thompson,
Lakeside,
LL Cool J,
The Martian,
The Mummies,
The Selecter,
Tears for Fears,
Das Ding,
Connie Case,
Derrick Morgan,
Fela Kuti,
Jacques Brel,
The Move,
Juan Atkins,
Los Fastidios,
The Black Dice,
The Slackers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mo-Dettes,
Sonic Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
H. Thieme,
Pulsallama,
The Vogues,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Swell Maps,
Mantronix,
Funky Four + One,
The Gories,
The Evens,
Alton Ellis,
X-102,
Cymande,
Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nils Olav,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.