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 Russia and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Hot Snakes to the electroclash 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kas Product,
Sun City Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Marmalade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flipper,
The Cowsills,
Barbara Tucker,
Vainqueur,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sparks,
Nirvana,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rod Modell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joyce Sims,
The Raincoats,
The Victims,
Juan Atkins,
New York Dolls,
Rakim,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare,
Crispy Ambulance,
10cc,
Eurythmics,
Skarface,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tears for Fears,
Funkadelic,
David McCallum,
Freddie Wadling,
Ituana,
Bootsy Collins,
Moebius,
Scan 7,
Young Marble Giants,
The Tremeloes,
Depeche Mode,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MDC,
Television Personalities,
Desert Stars,
World's Most,
Michelle Simonal,
ABBA,
Roxette,
Silicon Teens,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris & Cosey,
Dave Gahan,
Dual Sessions,
The Moleskins,
Letta Mbulu,
Bluetip,
The Knickerbockers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mad Mike,
Siglo XX,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.