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 Austria and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 8 Eyed Spy to the electroclash 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe 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?
Eddi Front,
The Cure,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scrapy,
Bauhaus,
The Buckinghams,
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cybotron,
The Electric Prunes,
Heaven 17,
Gang of Four,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slick Rick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stockholm Monsters,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Residents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Connie Case,
Bootsy Collins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ten City,
Mandrill,
Cameo,
Panda Bear,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiohead,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Coltrane,
Nas,
Quantec,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric Copeland,
Electric Prunes,
A Certain Ratio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tears for Fears,
Joy Division,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Names,
Sällskapet,
The Gories,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thee Headcoats,
Skarface,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cowsills,
Wolf Eyes,
Grey Daturas,
In Retrospect,
Guru Guru,
Maurizio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.