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 Malaysia 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro 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 Pussy Galore to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Smoke,
Terrestrial Tones,
MDC,
Jawbox,
Ronan,
Babytalk,
Second Layer,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Starr,
Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
Hashim,
Cameo,
Oneida,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker,
Aloha Tigers,
Scion,
Animal Collective,
Country Teasers,
Marc Almond,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Human League,
Kaleidoscope,
Minor Threat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter & Gordon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Offenders,
Quadrant,
The Skatalites,
The Gap Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Ohio Players,
Sex Pistols,
The Zeros,
Ice-T,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Basic Channel,
Das Ding,
Donald Byrd,
AZ,
Bobby Sherman,
Outsiders,
KRS-One,
Yusef Lateef,
Wings,
The Moody Blues,
Dave Gahan,
Talk Talk,
Lalann,
Motorama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gladiators,
Todd Rundgren,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.