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 Poland and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the theremin 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 kango's stein massive to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Moody Blues,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bronski Beat,
the Germs,
Warren Ellis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bang On A Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Misunderstood,
Ronnie Foster,
R.M.O.,
KRS-One,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aloha Tigers,
The Index,
Delta 5,
Junior Murvin,
Japan,
Fat Boys,
The Saints,
Masters at Work,
John Cale,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
The Seeds,
Jeru the Damaja,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
Alice Coltrane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Christie,
Little Man,
Television Personalities,
The Black Dice,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blues Magoos,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Hood,
Rekid,
DNA,
Sällskapet,
The Golliwogs,
The Real Kids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nick Fraelich,
Mantronix,
Marmalade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thee Headcoats,
kango's stein massive,
Janne Schatter,
The Cramps,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.