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 Kenya and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Searchers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Sixth Finger,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
K-Klass,
Jerry's Kids,
Ken Boothe,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fire Engines,
kango's stein massive,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Schoolly D,
David Bowie,
Bronski Beat,
La Düsseldorf,
Pierre Henry,
Ten City,
The Velvet Underground,
Scratch Acid,
Deepchord,
Man Parrish,
Sällskapet,
Dead Boys,
Roxette,
Moby Grape,
Stockholm Monsters,
Loose Ends,
Index,
Excepter,
Groovy Waters,
Joensuu 1685,
Unwound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scrapy,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Human League,
Harry Pussy,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Mills,
Camouflage,
Prince Buster,
Darondo,
Angry Samoans,
The Dead C,
Rod Modell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Monolake,
The Fall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wings,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Max Romeo,
Kayak,
New Age Steppers,
Bauhaus,
Boredoms,
Roy Ayers,
The Blues Magoos,
Deadbeat,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.