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 Saudi Arabia and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Camberwell Now to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Nirvana,
Cecil Taylor,
The Last Poets,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott Heron,
June Days,
Aswad,
Camberwell Now,
Gastr Del Sol,
Qualms,
La Düsseldorf,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boredoms,
The Names,
Trumans Water,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The New Christs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Derrick May,
the Slits,
The Sonics,
Bill Wells,
The Misunderstood,
Joensuu 1685,
China Crisis,
Al Stewart,
Amazonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick Morgan,
Minny Pops,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nation of Ulysses,
Malaria!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Depeche Mode,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Holt,
Fad Gadget,
Porter Ricks,
Infiniti,
Kas Product,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rekid,
Lucky Dragons,
The Offenders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tommy Roe,
Supertramp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Youth Brigade,
The Selecter,
Hot Snakes,
The Knickerbockers,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.