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 Austria and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Henry Cow to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Accadde A,
The Residents,
the Swans,
Mandrill,
Grey Daturas,
The Fall,
The New Christs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lower 48,
The Star Department,
Moebius,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Cell,
R.M.O.,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Sneak,
The Smoke,
Procol Harum,
Barry Ungar,
Khruangbin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Warren Ellis,
Second Layer,
Pantaleimon,
Nico,
Shuggie Otis,
New Order,
Intrusion,
Carl Craig,
John Cale,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tom Boy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Copeland,
Jacques Brel,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Womack,
These Immortal Souls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mo-Dettes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Don Cherry,
Max Romeo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed,
The Young Rascals,
Skriet,
The Searchers,
The Pop Group,
Quando Quango,
Qualms,
Jerry's Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.