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 Guyana and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Quantec to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
The Doors,
Warsaw,
Schoolly D,
The Gladiators,
Lindisfarne,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed,
Bill Wells,
Dorothy Ashby,
Procol Harum,
Swell Maps,
New Age Steppers,
Bang On A Can,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry's Kids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
UT,
Bill Near,
The Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Youth Brigade,
Accadde A,
Malaria!,
Kenny Larkin,
Siglo XX,
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Bourne,
Ronnie Foster,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Juan Atkins,
The Moleskins,
Rhythm & Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Altered Images,
Dennis Brown,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harry Pussy,
The Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Standells,
Das Ding,
DJ Sneak,
Lalann,
Tears for Fears,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ken Boothe,
Cameo,
The Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Litter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Los Fastidios,
Sight & Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.