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 Niger and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
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 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 the Association to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
The Index,
Johnny Clarke,
Ituana,
E-Dancer,
The Gladiators,
Patti Smith,
X-102,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pylon,
Technova,
Urselle,
The Walker Brothers,
One Last Wish,
The Misunderstood,
Lakeside,
June Days,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lower 48,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Victims,
Neu!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Essential Logic,
Bluetip,
Tears for Fears,
Brand Nubian,
The Black Dice,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lalann,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magazine,
Sam Rivers,
Isaac Hayes,
Junior Murvin,
Thee Headcoats,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nico,
Unrelated Segments,
The Flesh Eaters,
Khruangbin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joey Negro,
Faraquet,
Sparks,
Suicide,
DJ Style,
Television Personalities,
Oneida,
Motorama,
Minutemen,
This Heat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wolf Eyes,
Pagans,
Q and Not U,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.