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 Uzbekistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Youth Brigade to the rap 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Cameo,
The Blackbyrds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kaleidoscope,
Cheater Slicks,
Camberwell Now,
Bush Tetras,
The Raincoats,
Crooked Eye,
Toni Rubio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wire,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun City Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Faust,
Rosa Yemen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hoover,
UT,
Theoretical Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young,
Groovy Waters,
Pantaleimon,
Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bob Dylan,
This Heat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Camouflage,
X-101,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Holt,
Warsaw,
Janne Schatter,
Brand Nubian,
Scion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mr. Review,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
Erasure,
Section 25,
Outsiders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Circle Jerks,
Talk Talk,
Kayak,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Slits,
The Stooges,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.