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 Belgium and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 AZ to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sight & Sound,
Cluster,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scion,
Glenn Branca,
DNA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fatback Band,
Jeff Mills,
Can,
Swans,
Ponytail,
Joe Smooth,
Erasure,
James White and The Blacks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kurtis Blow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Loose Ends,
Yellowson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Urselle,
Jacques Brel,
Inner City,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Christie,
Joe Finger,
The Cowsills,
X-101,
Yaz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Laurel Aitken,
Negative Approach,
Shoche,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cal Tjader,
Scratch Acid,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Schoolly D,
The Grass Roots,
X-Ray Spex,
Isaac Hayes,
The Real Kids,
Peter & Gordon,
Magazine,
Audionom,
Quando Quango,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Byron Stingily,
Deakin,
Scientists,
The Names,
Babytalk,
Half Japanese,
Dark Day,
DJ Style,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.