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 Senegal and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 The Smoke to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
The Walker Brothers,
Wire,
Sex Pistols,
Technova,
Magazine,
Ultra Naté,
Warsaw,
Lower 48,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Magma,
Eddi Front,
Fear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wally Richardson,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pulsallama,
Moss Icon,
New York Dolls,
The Zeros,
Moby Grape,
Mad Mike,
Jeff Mills,
Ice-T,
B.T. Express,
The Human League,
PIL,
Heaven 17,
Intrusion,
Absolute Body Control,
Urselle,
David McCallum,
June Days,
Make Up,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wasted Youth,
John Cale,
Au Pairs,
The Doors,
Flipper,
The Evens,
Bill Wells,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Lydon,
Loose Ends,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Surgeon,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric Copeland,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Görl,
Henry Cow,
MDC,
Popol Vuh,
Wings,
Outsiders,
The Angels of Light,
Thee Headcoats,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.