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 Norway and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fuzztones,
Bill Wells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sound,
E-Dancer,
Warsaw,
L. Decosne,
Aural Exciters,
Chris & Cosey,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Blackbyrds,
Freddie Wadling,
Dawn Penn,
Maurizio,
Tubeway Army,
The Happenings,
The Fugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Dolphy,
R.M.O.,
Lucky Dragons,
Funky Four + One,
Mandrill,
Pussy Galore,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Piero Umiliani,
The United States of America,
Kayak,
The Move,
Gong,
Deakin,
Wings,
The Dead C,
Infiniti,
Yellowson,
Judy Mowatt,
the Association,
The Leaves,
Bluetip,
The Techniques,
Dennis Brown,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brand Nubian,
Royal Trux,
The Vogues,
Man Eating Sloth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fatback Band,
FM Einheit,
Faraquet,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Moon,
Cameo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sex Pistols,
Banda Bassotti,
Pierre Henry,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.