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 Tuvalu and from London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eric B and Rakim to the disco 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon 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?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nico,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Warsaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radio Birdman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dual Sessions,
Stiv Bators,
Technova,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Underground Resistance,
Hardrive,
Todd Rundgren,
the Germs,
Chris & Cosey,
8 Eyed Spy,
Audionom,
D'Angelo,
Isaac Hayes,
Q65,
Nik Kershaw,
Terrestrial Tones,
Second Layer,
The Gories,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Fat Boys,
Goldenarms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lower 48,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Funkadelic,
ABC,
Tommy Roe,
Half Japanese,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Albert Ayler,
Newcleus,
The Vogues,
Tres Demented,
the Fania All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Music Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
The Offenders,
Dark Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scientists,
The Divine Comedy,
Supertramp,
Deakin,
Motorama,
Henry Cow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crash Course in Science,
Arab on Radar,
Flamin' Groovies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.