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 Burundi and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Tomorrow to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
The Cure,
Clear Light,
the Normal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Index,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aloha Tigers,
Lakeside,
Brick,
Inner City,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cymande,
Dennis Brown,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Magazine,
Crash Course in Science,
Sister Nancy,
Bauhaus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quadrant,
Oblivians,
Funky Four + One,
Michelle Simonal,
Charles Mingus,
Roy Ayers,
Carl Craig,
Derrick May,
Iggy Pop,
Essential Logic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fear,
Camouflage,
Eurythmics,
Henry Cow,
Minutemen,
The Standells,
Arcadia,
the Sonics,
The Kinks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sex Pistols,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Last Poets,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David McCallum,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cybotron,
Pantaleimon,
Y Pants,
Gong,
Jacob Miller,
The Mummies,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vladislav Delay,
Rekid,
Kaleidoscope,
Dual Sessions,
Stetsasonic,
Barrington Levy,
The Skatalites,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.