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 Zimbabwe and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron 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 cv313 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
David Axelrod,
Swans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Parrish,
Fad Gadget,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jawbox,
The Happenings,
the Germs,
X-Ray Spex,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Görl,
Von Mondo,
Marine Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Minutemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rapeman,
JFA,
Scan 7,
Max Romeo,
Tim Buckley,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Black Dice,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul II Soul,
The Grass Roots,
Bauhaus,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker,
UT,
Reagan Youth,
D'Angelo,
Derrick Morgan,
Yusef Lateef,
Underground Resistance,
The Evens,
Pulsallama,
The Knickerbockers,
Oblivians,
The Dirtbombs,
Heaven 17,
Davy DMX,
The Stooges,
Malaria!,
John Foxx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yazoo,
The Litter,
Youth Brigade,
Funky Four + One,
The Misunderstood,
The New Christs,
Todd Rundgren,
Boredoms,
Second Layer,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sam Rivers,
The Raincoats,
Byron Stingily,
Jeff Lynne,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.