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 Kenya and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Detroit Cobras to the disco 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
the Association,
Skaos,
The Leaves,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lakeside,
Aswad,
F. McDonald,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
MDC,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hoover,
Masters at Work,
Model 500,
Juan Atkins,
Donny Hathaway,
Spoonie Gee,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Last Poets,
Urselle,
The Dirtbombs,
Pagans,
The Music Machine,
Grey Daturas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cybotron,
Howard Jones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Invisible,
New Age Steppers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cal Tjader,
Dave Gahan,
The Techniques,
Pierre Henry,
Mars,
The Moleskins,
Camouflage,
H. Thieme,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scan 7,
Newcleus,
Bobby Sherman,
Moebius,
Erasure,
Shuggie Otis,
Rapeman,
Rosa Yemen,
Maurizio,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Style,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül II,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.