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 Ecuador and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Dead C to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers 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 punk 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Flesh Eaters,
Junior Murvin,
Michelle Simonal,
Scientists,
Don Cherry,
Swell Maps,
OOIOO,
Model 500,
Ronnie Foster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Parrish,
Lower 48,
Tears for Fears,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Star Department,
Rod Modell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mark Hollis,
The Real Kids,
Depeche Mode,
Chris & Cosey,
Ituana,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Christie,
Joey Negro,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sound,
The Associates,
Gang Green,
Dawn Penn,
Lakeside,
Alice Coltrane,
Eurythmics,
Bad Manners,
Whodini,
Joe Finger,
Neu!,
a-ha,
the Soft Cell,
Malaria!,
The Fugs,
The Seeds,
Shoche,
Amon Düül,
Ohio Players,
Gregory Isaacs,
T. Rex,
Josef K,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Trojans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lindisfarne,
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.