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 Maldives and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blancmange to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Make Up,
Carl Craig,
Wire,
Graham Central Station,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed,
Das Ding,
Echospace,
June Days,
Siglo XX,
Ponytail,
Ten City,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Adolescents,
Funky Four + One,
The Slackers,
Zero Boys,
AZ,
DJ Style,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barrington Levy,
Don Cherry,
Bill Wells,
Quadrant,
Glenn Branca,
Marine Girls,
Toni Rubio,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
ABC,
The Real Kids,
Deakin,
Amazonics,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Finger,
Dorothy Ashby,
Erykah Badu,
The Dirtbombs,
Depeche Mode,
Josef K,
Marmalade,
Barry Ungar,
Oblivians,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sugar Minott,
Moss Icon,
Blancmange,
Junior Murvin,
Jacques Brel,
The J.B.'s,
Yellowson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eddi Front,
Maleditus Sound,
Marc Almond,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.