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 Eritrea and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 United States of America to the crunk 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Pretty Things,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bad Manners,
Young Marble Giants,
The Leaves,
Royal Trux,
The Slackers,
Erykah Badu,
Todd Terry,
Qualms,
The Human League,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David Bowie,
Soul II Soul,
Sight & Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Visage,
David McCallum,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed,
Mantronix,
Q65,
Kerrie Biddell,
B.T. Express,
Man Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
Simply Red,
Dave Gahan,
Gang of Four,
the Association,
Inner City,
Youth Brigade,
Intrusion,
Unrelated Segments,
The New Christs,
Faust,
Pharoah Sanders,
Das Ding,
The Barracudas,
The Zeros,
The Dead C,
Mars,
Joe Smooth,
Con Funk Shun,
Jacques Brel,
Gong,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Raincoats,
Outsiders,
The Knickerbockers,
Reagan Youth,
Arcadia,
Delta 5,
Kaleidoscope,
The Doobie Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Steve Hackett,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Accadde A,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.