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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the techno 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Eden Ahbez,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aural Exciters,
Surgeon,
Kayak,
Sonic Youth,
Bob Dylan,
John Foxx,
Essential Logic,
The Happenings,
Derrick Morgan,
T.S.O.L.,
Panda Bear,
Camberwell Now,
Desert Stars,
June of 44,
Yaz,
Animal Collective,
The Pretty Things,
Byron Stingily,
Erykah Badu,
The Moody Blues,
The Kinks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Unwound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jawbox,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Black Dice,
The Residents,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
FM Einheit,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Byrd,
Brass Construction,
The Blackbyrds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Wyatt,
David McCallum,
Qualms,
MDC,
Soft Cell,
The Zeros,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barry Ungar,
Sun City Girls,
Nirvana,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tears for Fears,
Depeche Mode,
Slick Rick,
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sister Nancy,
The Five Americans,
LL Cool J,
Hardrive,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.