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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dave Gahan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Sexual Harrassment,
Technova,
Tim Buckley,
The Remains,
The Shadows of Knight,
Royal Trux,
Duran Duran,
Ten City,
Adolescents,
Marc Almond,
D'Angelo,
Ituana,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
EPMD,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Make Up,
Ornette Coleman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fire Engines,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skaos,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Sherman,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Beau Brummels,
Kenny Larkin,
The Raincoats,
Malaria!,
Vladislav Delay,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxette,
The Knickerbockers,
The Toasters,
Sound Behaviour,
Bluetip,
DNA,
Absolute Body Control,
F. McDonald,
Lalann,
X-101,
Gang of Four,
Morten Harket,
Bill Near,
Neil Young,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cecil Taylor,
Los Fastidios,
The Vogues,
Barbara Tucker,
U.S. Maple,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Zeros,
Althea and Donna,
Depeche Mode,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.