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 Uganda and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Slits to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Peter & Gordon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Matthew Bourne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultra Naté,
Radiohead,
Basic Channel,
Joey Negro,
Rod Modell,
Au Pairs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Foxx,
Agitation Free,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Faraquet,
Erasure,
Lucky Dragons,
E-Dancer,
The United States of America,
Swell Maps,
The Shadows of Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Soft Cell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Darondo,
The Evens,
Rapeman,
JFA,
R.M.O.,
ABBA,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jawbox,
The Angels of Light,
Cal Tjader,
Khruangbin,
Kerri Chandler,
Mr. Review,
Bush Tetras,
Scratch Acid,
Ten City,
The Doors,
MC5,
Echospace,
Altered Images,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Albert Ayler,
KRS-One,
Jeru the Damaja,
Angry Samoans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Can,
Fat Boys,
Nico,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Motorama,
Deepchord,
Gabor Szabo,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.