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 Tuvalu and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Silicon Teens to the techno 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Subhumans,
The Fugs,
Eli Mardock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Walker Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Model 500,
Al Stewart,
Todd Terry,
Brass Construction,
Young Marble Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cramps,
Soft Machine,
Connie Case,
Metal Thangz,
Ronnie Foster,
Kayak,
Joensuu 1685,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
kango's stein massive,
Donny Hathaway,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Intrusion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cymande,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Searchers,
Echospace,
John Foxx,
The Mojo Men,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sonics,
Television Personalities,
Man Parrish,
F. McDonald,
Minny Pops,
Jacques Brel,
OOIOO,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
June Days,
Peter & Gordon,
La Düsseldorf,
Au Pairs,
X-101,
David Bowie,
Howard Jones,
Siglo XX,
L. Decosne,
The Standells,
T.S.O.L.,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers,
Soulsonic Force,
Sällskapet,
Gong,
The Moleskins,
Fluxion,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.