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 Russia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Godley & Creme,
the Normal,
The Fugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Average White Band,
The Toasters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Derrick May,
Oblivians,
Joey Negro,
Arcadia,
The Martian,
The Last Poets,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flipper,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Saints,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kurtis Blow,
China Crisis,
Swell Maps,
Mandrill,
H. Thieme,
Jerry's Kids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ossler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eurythmics,
Clear Light,
The Slits,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wings,
Dead Boys,
The Monks,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fire Engines,
Peter and Kerry,
Essential Logic,
Donny Hathaway,
Crash Course in Science,
Eden Ahbez,
Moss Icon,
The Gun Club,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bill Wells,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gichy Dan,
Blancmange,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Machine,
Niagra,
Hot Snakes,
Joe Finger,
Graham Central Station,
Erasure,
Public Image Ltd.,
F. McDonald,
The Cure,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.