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 Costa Rica and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ronan to the electroclash 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Byrd,
Surgeon,
Audionom,
Scrapy,
Cybotron,
The Durutti Column,
The Count Five,
The Evens,
The Searchers,
Index,
The Gun Club,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare,
James White and The Blacks,
Royal Trux,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Christie,
Alton Ellis,
Fatback Band,
Rapeman,
Joyce Sims,
Pole,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aswad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bauhaus,
Basic Channel,
Interpol,
Robert Görl,
Urselle,
Marc Almond,
Schoolly D,
Robert Hood,
Magma,
Cameo,
Crash Course in Science,
Inner City,
Oneida,
Pussy Galore,
Nico,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Green,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Althea and Donna,
Sun City Girls,
Yellowson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultra Naté,
Accadde A,
Dave Gahan,
Fear,
Erasure,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monks,
Half Japanese,
Bootsy Collins,
Dennis Brown,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Sherman,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.