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 Finland and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Pierre Henry to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
The Angels of Light,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Hood,
One Last Wish,
Mad Mike,
Saccharine Trust,
Eli Mardock,
Johnny Clarke,
Scott Walker,
Magma,
Country Teasers,
X-102,
Pet Shop Boys,
Procol Harum,
Erykah Badu,
Monks,
Lightning Bolt,
A Certain Ratio,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Litter,
Piero Umiliani,
John Lydon,
Roxy Music,
MC5,
Black Flag,
Skarface,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Evens,
The Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
Sixth Finger,
Aural Exciters,
Bush Tetras,
Faust,
The United States of America,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brass Construction,
The Alarm Clocks,
OOIOO,
Lyres,
Groovy Waters,
Buzzcocks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alison Limerick,
Deepchord,
Bang On A Can,
Q and Not U,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Invisible,
The Standells,
Schoolly D,
Marcia Griffiths,
Morten Harket,
The Flesh Eaters,
Average White Band,
The Index,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.