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 Togo and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Laurel Aitken to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sixth Finger,
Pole,
Cecil Taylor,
The Golliwogs,
The Young Rascals,
Neu!,
Shoche,
John Cale,
New York Dolls,
Janne Schatter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Warren Ellis,
UT,
The Leaves,
The Music Machine,
Maurizio,
The Saints,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-Ray Spex,
Nico,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dead C,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Foxx,
Los Fastidios,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sällskapet,
Robert Hood,
DJ Sneak,
F. McDonald,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Durutti Column,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crash Course in Science,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lyres,
Panda Bear,
Darondo,
Aloha Tigers,
Hasil Adkins,
The Vogues,
Fugazi,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Make Up,
Nick Fraelich,
Flash Fearless,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter & Gordon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oblivians,
The Blues Magoos,
Letta Mbulu,
PIL,
The Mummies,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.