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 Estonia and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Leonard Cohen to the dance 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 Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Bootsy Collins,
OOIOO,
Severed Heads,
Jawbox,
Tommy Roe,
Delta 5,
Brick,
The Cowsills,
Subhumans,
The Slackers,
The Toasters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Average White Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Hot Snakes,
Sam Rivers,
Lungfish,
John Foxx,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Count Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Lyres,
The American Breed,
Freddie Wadling,
Chrome,
Sparks,
The Modern Lovers,
Simply Red,
Junior Murvin,
Peter and Kerry,
Eden Ahbez,
Kas Product,
Eric Dolphy,
Jerry's Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
The Slits,
the Soft Cell,
FM Einheit,
Silicon Teens,
Blancmange,
Spandau Ballet,
Donny Hathaway,
Flash Fearless,
10cc,
John Holt,
Sixth Finger,
Bauhaus,
Basic Channel,
Bill Near,
Todd Rundgren,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Au Pairs,
Pierre Henry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
One Last Wish,
The Pretty Things,
Al Stewart,
The Buckinghams,
The Music Machine,
Soul II Soul,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.