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 Sierra Leone and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 PIL to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
The Kinks,
Josef K,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fuzztones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lower 48,
Ultravox,
Kas Product,
Technova,
The Shadows of Knight,
Electric Prunes,
Au Pairs,
Lalann,
Rekid,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Foxx,
Camouflage,
Boredoms,
Johnny Clarke,
10cc,
Television,
LL Cool J,
Barclay James Harvest,
F. McDonald,
Echospace,
Popol Vuh,
Gabor Szabo,
Marvin Gaye,
Kayak,
Bob Dylan,
Nirvana,
Radiohead,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eli Mardock,
Scientists,
Brand Nubian,
Joensuu 1685,
Donald Byrd,
PIL,
Lou Reed,
New York Dolls,
ABBA,
Los Fastidios,
Roxy Music,
The Evens,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Das Ding,
The Human League,
Stiv Bators,
Liliput,
The Walker Brothers,
Clear Light,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sex Pistols,
Gang of Four,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Green,
Warren Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.