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 China and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Japan to the dance 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Section 25,
Suicide,
8 Eyed Spy,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Byrd,
LL Cool J,
The Wake,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Wells,
Magma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Tremeloes,
Adolescents,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter and Kerry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
World's Most,
These Immortal Souls,
R.M.O.,
The Names,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fall,
Con Funk Shun,
The Star Department,
F. McDonald,
Yazoo,
Connie Case,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chrome,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Blues Magoos,
Joyce Sims,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jerry's Kids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Velvet Underground,
Dave Gahan,
X-Ray Spex,
Moss Icon,
Rod Modell,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
UT,
Flipper,
The Young Rascals,
K-Klass,
OOIOO,
Maurizio,
Shuggie Otis,
Monks,
The Blackbyrds,
New Order,
Wasted Youth,
Average White Band,
E-Dancer,
Brick,
The Black Dice,
Alison Limerick,
Quadrant,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.