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 Laos and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Doors to the punk 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Tears for Fears,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minnie Riperton,
Piero Umiliani,
Wings,
Goldenarms,
Eric Copeland,
The Trojans,
Popol Vuh,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Josef K,
Anakelly,
Bill Near,
Idris Muhammad,
48th St. Collective,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slits,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fela Kuti,
Lower 48,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Selecter,
Erykah Badu,
The Move,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric Dolphy,
Joyce Sims,
Grandmaster Flash,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers,
MC5,
Lightning Bolt,
OOIOO,
The Grass Roots,
Amon Düül,
The Blackbyrds,
Simply Red,
Minny Pops,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
Average White Band,
Scrapy,
Monks,
Barry Ungar,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Parry Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Toni Rubio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Franke,
The Cure,
Sister Nancy,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.