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 Nicaragua and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soft Cell to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Rapeman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jawbox,
Model 500,
Joensuu 1685,
Porter Ricks,
Darondo,
X-102,
Kerri Chandler,
Bill Near,
Nirvana,
Hardrive,
Carl Craig,
Lalann,
Wally Richardson,
Pussy Galore,
Soul Sonic Force,
Malaria!,
Liliput,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
Popol Vuh,
Ronnie Foster,
Blake Baxter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
Michelle Simonal,
Pierre Henry,
Eddi Front,
The Sonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Agitation Free,
Eve St. Jones,
Bad Manners,
Television,
Graham Central Station,
Juan Atkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zero Boys,
The Offenders,
Index,
The Techniques,
The United States of America,
Mad Mike,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flash Fearless,
Sam Rivers,
The Flesh Eaters,
MDC,
Sun City Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Can,
Tim Buckley,
Saccharine Trust,
DNA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.