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 India and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Man Eating Sloth to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Malaria!,
The United States of America,
Aural Exciters,
Arthur Verocai,
Pet Shop Boys,
Porter Ricks,
The Moody Blues,
Cluster,
Neil Young,
Crooked Eye,
Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
Nik Kershaw,
Scan 7,
Essential Logic,
Q65,
Roxette,
The Kinks,
the Human League,
Franke,
Erasure,
Easy Going,
Rufus Thomas,
Matthew Bourne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Godley & Creme,
Visage,
Pylon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Beau Brummels,
John Foxx,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sonics,
Jacques Brel,
H. Thieme,
Eric Copeland,
The Fall,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
KRS-One,
Reagan Youth,
Delta 5,
Joey Negro,
Surgeon,
Bluetip,
Au Pairs,
Mo-Dettes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chrome,
The Associates,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tubeway Army,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
Pagans,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.