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 Thailand and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Glenn Branca to the electroclash 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Danielle Patucci,
Don Cherry,
The Tremeloes,
Connie Case,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Görl,
The Gun Club,
a-ha,
JFA,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Happenings,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Electric Prunes,
New Order,
Accadde A,
The Monochrome Set,
Franke,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Leaves,
Oneida,
The Neon Judgement,
Qualms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ituana,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drexciya,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Goldenarms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pussy Galore,
Jandek,
Joey Negro,
The Sonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Liliput,
Cameo,
Mark Hollis,
Sound Behaviour,
B.T. Express,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Human League,
Circle Jerks,
Brass Construction,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tres Demented,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fall,
The Black Dice,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cheater Slicks,
The Trojans,
Smog,
Tommy Roe,
Icehouse,
Easy Going,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.