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 Sri Lanka and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
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 Lightning Bolt to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Motorama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Star Department,
Peter & Gordon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Can,
Mo-Dettes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arcadia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pole,
The Toasters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxette,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eden Ahbez,
Gichy Dan,
Skriet,
John Foxx,
Yazoo,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Lydon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Don Cherry,
The Cramps,
Jacques Brel,
The Evens,
Black Bananas,
Stereo Dub,
The Fuzztones,
Depeche Mode,
Brass Construction,
Toni Rubio,
Severed Heads,
CMW,
Yellowson,
Pagans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fall,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Green,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bronski Beat,
Subhumans,
The Leaves,
Ossler,
The Pretty Things,
Visage,
Sun City Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fugazi,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.