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 Serbia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Zapp to the rap 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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scan 7,
Quando Quango,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blake Baxter,
Joy Division,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grauzone,
Ohio Players,
Scion,
Lalo Schifrin,
In Retrospect,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sällskapet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
La Düsseldorf,
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Angels of Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Agent Orange,
The Busters,
Faust,
Don Cherry,
Khruangbin,
KRS-One,
A Certain Ratio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lucky Dragons,
The Barracudas,
Soft Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Procol Harum,
DJ Style,
Morten Harket,
Surgeon,
Deakin,
The Gap Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed,
The Mojo Men,
Darondo,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Black Dice,
Wolf Eyes,
Stetsasonic,
Model 500,
Skarface,
Tropical Tobacco,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Sherman,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers,
The Dead C,
Boredoms,
Pantytec,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.