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 Finland 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the funk 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Dual Sessions,
Easy Going,
The Cramps,
Reagan Youth,
John Lydon,
Wire,
Patti Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Womack,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kas Product,
The Monochrome Set,
Deadbeat,
Rod Modell,
Laurel Aitken,
Babytalk,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Wyatt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soulsonic Force,
Shoche,
Connie Case,
Cabaret Voltaire,
One Last Wish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Colin Newman,
the Soft Cell,
The Offenders,
Alphaville,
The Vogues,
The Pretty Things,
The Mummies,
Popol Vuh,
Aural Exciters,
Smog,
ABBA,
Brick,
Arthur Verocai,
Matthew Halsall,
Talk Talk,
Sandy B,
B.T. Express,
Ronnie Foster,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter and Kerry,
Goldenarms,
T. Rex,
Deepchord,
Morten Harket,
Second Layer,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.