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 Kosovo and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Cybotron to the punk 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Animal Collective,
Joe Finger,
Marc Almond,
Swell Maps,
Echospace,
New York Dolls,
a-ha,
Unrelated Segments,
Danielle Patucci,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Martian,
Scratch Acid,
Gichy Dan,
The Associates,
Severed Heads,
Camouflage,
John Cale,
Reagan Youth,
Sun Ra,
Cecil Taylor,
Laurel Aitken,
Massinfluence,
Magma,
Aloha Tigers,
Steve Hackett,
Cymande,
Mark Hollis,
Sixth Finger,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Knickerbockers,
Accadde A,
Don Cherry,
Negative Approach,
Scientists,
Section 25,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deakin,
Urselle,
Soft Machine,
DJ Style,
Subhumans,
Reuben Wilson,
The Misunderstood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Clear Light,
Faraquet,
Easy Going,
Flipper,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sight & Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fall,
Davy DMX,
Spandau Ballet,
Rosa Yemen,
Scion,
Lakeside,
Tubeway Army,
Saccharine Trust,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.