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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Beau Brummels to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crooked Eye,
E-Dancer,
Pole,
Television Personalities,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Buzzcocks,
Piero Umiliani,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The New Christs,
The Vogues,
Minnie Riperton,
Oneida,
The Raincoats,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Stooges,
Sarah Menescal,
Masters at Work,
Clear Light,
John Holt,
Graham Central Station,
48th St. Collective,
Joy Division,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mad Mike,
Pantaleimon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cowsills,
Maurizio,
Au Pairs,
Robert Wyatt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Barracudas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Misunderstood,
Crash Course in Science,
The Modern Lovers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Patti Smith,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Wells,
Archie Shepp,
Ten City,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Byrd,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cybotron,
ABBA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Icehouse,
Scion,
Ohio Players,
DJ Style,
Flash Fearless,
Dark Day,
Albert Ayler,
Skaos,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.