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 Turkey 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Todd Terry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Half Japanese,
Wolf Eyes,
La Düsseldorf,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Sherman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Goldenarms,
Interpol,
Sarah Menescal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fall,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angry Samoans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Das Ding,
It's A Beautiful Day,
EPMD,
Tres Demented,
Sällskapet,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gap Band,
Pole,
The Associates,
Au Pairs,
Absolute Body Control,
The Real Kids,
Blake Baxter,
Amon Düül II,
Silicon Teens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers,
Masters at Work,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Busters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fear,
Visage,
Eric B and Rakim,
D'Angelo,
KRS-One,
Monolake,
Byron Stingily,
Letta Mbulu,
Excepter,
F. McDonald,
Pharoah Sanders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Suicide,
Sandy B,
Depeche Mode,
Nas,
Sparks,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.