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 Madagascar and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Depeche Mode to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Victims,
48th St. Collective,
June Days,
Erasure,
Angry Samoans,
Infiniti,
Bobby Womack,
Harpers Bizarre,
Unrelated Segments,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gerry Rafferty,
Los Fastidios,
Harry Pussy,
The Young Rascals,
Theoretical Girls,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Saints,
Stiv Bators,
Radio Birdman,
Alphaville,
Newcleus,
Grauzone,
The Searchers,
This Heat,
The Walker Brothers,
H. Thieme,
Dave Gahan,
Sällskapet,
Zero Boys,
Altered Images,
Steve Hackett,
Niagra,
Camouflage,
The Gories,
Tubeway Army,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cybotron,
Eli Mardock,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Junior Murvin,
Isaac Hayes,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker,
Flipper,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Interpol,
Urselle,
Deakin,
Nik Kershaw,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Section 25,
Radiohead,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Flag,
Drexciya,
Mary Jane Girls,
Khruangbin,
Drive Like Jehu,
PIL,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.