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 Cambodia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 American Breed to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Black Pus,
Jacques Brel,
Erykah Badu,
Pole,
Negative Approach,
Kas Product,
MDC,
Lyres,
Kenny Larkin,
Royal Trux,
Crash Course in Science,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pylon,
Intrusion,
Ultravox,
Half Japanese,
In Retrospect,
Silicon Teens,
Skaos,
The Music Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dave Gahan,
DJ Sneak,
Masters at Work,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mr. Review,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pussy Galore,
Mo-Dettes,
Faraquet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anakelly,
Minor Threat,
The Golliwogs,
Pierre Henry,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bad Manners,
Sällskapet,
Main Source,
Clear Light,
K-Klass,
Boredoms,
48th St. Collective,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aural Exciters,
The Count Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funkadelic,
Agitation Free,
Wally Richardson,
Rufus Thomas,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sonics,
The Motions,
Godley & Creme,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.