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 Denmark and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Das Ding to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Yellowson,
Albert Ayler,
The Blues Magoos,
Absolute Body Control,
Pantytec,
UT,
Tim Buckley,
The Mojo Men,
Reuben Wilson,
The Slits,
Groovy Waters,
The Trojans,
Marvin Gaye,
Joyce Sims,
Pole,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Accadde A,
Eli Mardock,
the Slits,
John Cale,
Television Personalities,
One Last Wish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sparks,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Star Department,
Derrick Morgan,
Icehouse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kas Product,
The Dirtbombs,
Faraquet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Loose Ends,
Half Japanese,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
EPMD,
Radiohead,
Negative Approach,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agitation Free,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vladislav Delay,
Mr. Review,
The Electric Prunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Michelle Simonal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Main Source,
Kurtis Blow,
Audionom,
Dennis Brown,
Scrapy,
China Crisis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.