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 Haiti and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yazoo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
10cc,
Skriet,
The Slackers,
Ponytail,
Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Erasure,
Franke,
Von Mondo,
Skaos,
Icehouse,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rapeman,
The Saints,
The Young Rascals,
Ohio Players,
Interpol,
Surgeon,
Bobby Womack,
The Count Five,
Saccharine Trust,
Heaven 17,
Can,
Symarip,
Yusef Lateef,
Urselle,
Zapp,
The Fall,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantytec,
Roger Hodgson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Faraquet,
Thee Headcoats,
Max Romeo,
Eurythmics,
The Motions,
Make Up,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fatback Band,
Smog,
Skarface,
Parry Music,
Minny Pops,
Camouflage,
Eden Ahbez,
The Happenings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
T. Rex,
Lungfish,
The Buckinghams,
Funkadelic,
Todd Rundgren,
The Victims,
Hoover,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.