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 Austria and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rufus Thomas to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
FM Einheit,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rotary Connection,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gichy Dan,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gong,
New Age Steppers,
Moebius,
Peter & Gordon,
Fela Kuti,
Main Source,
The Residents,
The Zeros,
DNA,
Ossler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monochrome Set,
K-Klass,
Harry Pussy,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Evens,
KRS-One,
Angry Samoans,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Walker Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Severed Heads,
Pantytec,
Dark Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Y Pants,
Mary Jane Girls,
10cc,
Soft Machine,
Parry Music,
Don Cherry,
Tres Demented,
cv313,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Masters at Work,
Pussy Galore,
Sugar Minott,
The Young Rascals,
Marvin Gaye,
The Modern Lovers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Index,
The Pop Group,
Japan,
Warsaw,
Nico,
The Real Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Johnny Osbourne,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.