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 Austria and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Banda Bassotti to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
The Happenings,
Deadbeat,
The Monks,
Graham Central Station,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare,
Grauzone,
Yazoo,
The Cure,
Barbara Tucker,
Sex Pistols,
Dave Gahan,
Scott Walker,
Roxette,
Todd Terry,
Aural Exciters,
The Pretty Things,
Chrome,
The Doors,
AZ,
Andrew Hill,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joy Division,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Panda Bear,
Ornette Coleman,
Suburban Knight,
Susan Cadogan,
Deepchord,
Erykah Badu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Litter,
Accadde A,
Scion,
Eden Ahbez,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mars,
Crispy Ambulance,
ABBA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Japan,
Stiv Bators,
Joensuu 1685,
Groovy Waters,
Ronnie Foster,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Bananas,
Kurtis Blow,
The American Breed,
Roxy Music,
Yaz,
Amazonics,
Moebius,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fear,
Arcadia,
X-102,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.