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 Japan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dave Gahan 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Japan,
The Gories,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Monochrome Set,
Hot Snakes,
Ponytail,
Pussy Galore,
The Beau Brummels,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cheater Slicks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
8 Eyed Spy,
Outsiders,
The Zeros,
Skaos,
Quantec,
Bluetip,
Sixth Finger,
The Litter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Young Marble Giants,
Underground Resistance,
Bronski Beat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pere Ubu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Swans,
The Searchers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantytec,
The Wake,
Skriet,
Masters at Work,
Cymande,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Absolute Body Control,
Graham Central Station,
Basic Channel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
In Retrospect,
AZ,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kevin Saunderson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Metal Thangz,
Ice-T,
Interpol,
Little Man,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Selecter,
John Foxx,
Kerri Chandler,
X-Ray Spex,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Toasters,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cure,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.