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 Palau and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 Chris & Cosey to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
JFA,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Almond,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barry Ungar,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jacob Miller,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Angels of Light,
Althea and Donna,
The Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Flash Fearless,
Arcadia,
a-ha,
Porter Ricks,
Cameo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yazoo,
The Tremeloes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Leaves,
Mr. Review,
The Blues Magoos,
Tomorrow,
Accadde A,
Junior Murvin,
Faust,
Sparks,
Con Funk Shun,
The Durutti Column,
Gong,
K-Klass,
Eurythmics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
48th St. Collective,
Essential Logic,
The Misunderstood,
Mars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Index,
The Slackers,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun City Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Albert Ayler,
Scan 7,
Joy Division,
Infiniti,
T.S.O.L.,
Cecil Taylor,
Chris Corsano,
The United States of America,
Sällskapet,
Sugar Minott,
Blossom Toes,
Ice-T,
Nik Kershaw,
The Saints,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.