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 New Zealand and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Sonics to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
10cc,
Pantaleimon,
Pierre Henry,
Index,
Minor Threat,
The Young Rascals,
Flamin' Groovies,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aural Exciters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Saccharine Trust,
Hasil Adkins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalann,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cure,
The Five Americans,
Buzzcocks,
Delta 5,
The Walker Brothers,
Mandrill,
The Motions,
The Neon Judgement,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Velvet Underground,
D'Angelo,
Lou Christie,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dirtbombs,
the Sonics,
Chrome,
Dead Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Patti Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Wally Richardson,
Pylon,
Sugar Minott,
Derrick Morgan,
Essential Logic,
The Stooges,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
FM Einheit,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minutemen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Swans,
Gang Green,
Symarip,
Masters at Work,
Black Bananas,
Magazine,
The Vogues,
The Barracudas,
Radio Birdman,
Wolf Eyes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Association,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.