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 Namibia and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Faust to the rock 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
June Days,
Excepter,
Drive Like Jehu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scott Walker,
kango's stein massive,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
K-Klass,
Unwound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fat Boys,
Wire,
Hardrive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Standells,
Yusef Lateef,
Eurythmics,
Matthew Halsall,
Ossler,
The Residents,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camouflage,
Stiv Bators,
Youth Brigade,
The Fall,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slave,
Skaos,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nico,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hasil Adkins,
The Moleskins,
Angry Samoans,
The Zeros,
T.S.O.L.,
the Sonics,
Soft Cell,
Donny Hathaway,
The Vogues,
Barry Ungar,
Rosa Yemen,
Minutemen,
Bobby Womack,
New Age Steppers,
Flamin' Groovies,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neu!,
Alton Ellis,
Television,
PIL,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mission of Burma,
Little Man,
Rotary Connection,
Moby Grape,
Harmonia,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.