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 Italy and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Alice Coltrane to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stetsasonic,
Piero Umiliani,
the Soft Cell,
Pole,
the Association,
Patti Smith,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Christie,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter & Gordon,
Jerry's Kids,
Yusef Lateef,
The Five Americans,
Bad Manners,
Glenn Branca,
Nico,
F. McDonald,
Carl Craig,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Byrd,
Joey Negro,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Anakelly,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dave Gahan,
Khruangbin,
T. Rex,
Sister Nancy,
Lightning Bolt,
Yazoo,
Banda Bassotti,
The Kinks,
Steve Hackett,
The Monks,
Fatback Band,
Kayak,
Bobby Sherman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick Morgan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radiohead,
the Fania All-Stars,
June Days,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Angels of Light,
Angry Samoans,
Rod Modell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Niagra,
Jandek,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonic Youth,
KRS-One,
Bootsy Collins,
Monks,
Country Teasers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dead Boys,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.