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 Georgia and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 The Gories to the rock 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Q and Not U,
Al Stewart,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-101,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Searchers,
Althea and Donna,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry's Kids,
The Slackers,
The Pop Group,
Oblivians,
Janne Schatter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Hood,
Half Japanese,
The Doors,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
Country Teasers,
Deakin,
Scientists,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Flag,
June Days,
The Raincoats,
In Retrospect,
Faust,
Jawbox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Erykah Badu,
Royal Trux,
The Beau Brummels,
Unrelated Segments,
Warsaw,
Icehouse,
Infiniti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Make Up,
Sam Rivers,
Main Source,
Ituana,
Rotary Connection,
the Germs,
Television,
Fluxion,
Parry Music,
John Holt,
Franke,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed,
Warren Ellis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Monochrome Set,
Joyce Sims,
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.