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 Tanzania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Warsaw to the techno 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Mars,
One Last Wish,
The Gap Band,
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra,
Toni Rubio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Connie Case,
Pulsallama,
the Normal,
Derrick May,
Surgeon,
The Raincoats,
Essential Logic,
cv313,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Wells,
Swell Maps,
Joyce Sims,
The Residents,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
D'Angelo,
The Names,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ponytail,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABC,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Lynne,
Marvin Gaye,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis,
Amon Düül,
The Young Rascals,
Sparks,
The Slits,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Terry,
The New Christs,
Brothers Johnson,
Niagra,
Urselle,
Eurythmics,
Quantec,
Livin' Joy,
The Motions,
Public Enemy,
MDC,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.