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 United Kingdom and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 John Cale to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a güiro 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 chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
China Crisis,
Essential Logic,
The Associates,
AZ,
Gang of Four,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxette,
Juan Atkins,
Ronan,
Joe Finger,
Scientists,
KRS-One,
Sandy B,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Smiths,
Barry Ungar,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arcadia,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Golliwogs,
Slick Rick,
Easy Going,
Lungfish,
Y Pants,
Stiv Bators,
Niagra,
DJ Sneak,
Bob Dylan,
Scott Walker,
F. McDonald,
Oblivians,
the Sonics,
The Motions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Angry Samoans,
New York Dolls,
Rites of Spring,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultravox,
Cameo,
Marine Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Susan Cadogan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yusef Lateef,
Wasted Youth,
Roxy Music,
Outsiders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Move,
Flash Fearless,
Lindisfarne,
Blake Baxter,
The Walker Brothers,
The American Breed,
Janne Schatter,
Khruangbin,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Happenings,
Sonny Sharrock,
Guru Guru,
Cheater Slicks,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.