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 Seychelles and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Neu! to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
The New Christs,
Nils Olav,
Lalann,
Arthur Verocai,
JFA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
Urselle,
Fad Gadget,
The Mojo Men,
The Real Kids,
Byron Stingily,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cure,
John Lydon,
Stiv Bators,
David McCallum,
Stetsasonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crooked Eye,
Dave Gahan,
The Birthday Party,
Drexciya,
Deepchord,
Colin Newman,
Eli Mardock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alice Coltrane,
Brothers Johnson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Beau Brummels,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Icehouse,
D'Angelo,
Panda Bear,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Clear Light,
Unwound,
Moebius,
Wally Richardson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Matthew Halsall,
John Holt,
The Doors,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nirvana,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris & Cosey,
Sandy B,
Donald Byrd,
the Human League,
Ossler,
B.T. Express,
F. McDonald,
FM Einheit,
Qualms,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.