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 Belgium and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Alphaville to the disco 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Outsiders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terry Callier,
Lou Christie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Motions,
Radiohead,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Skatalites,
Au Pairs,
Section 25,
Metal Thangz,
Aural Exciters,
The Divine Comedy,
UT,
B.T. Express,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minutemen,
Franke,
Stiv Bators,
Public Image Ltd.,
Goldenarms,
Crispy Ambulance,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Electric Prunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Prince Buster,
Matthew Bourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anakelly,
Easy Going,
Carl Craig,
Groovy Waters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Golliwogs,
John Cale,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Green,
Lungfish,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rhythm & Sound,
David Axelrod,
The Stooges,
MC5,
Althea and Donna,
The Slackers,
Von Mondo,
L. Decosne,
Animal Collective,
Bluetip,
Gong,
Soulsonic Force,
The J.B.'s,
Aloha Tigers,
Scientists,
Gichy Dan,
Oblivians,
Wolf Eyes,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.