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 Malaysia and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Blues Magoos to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cheater Slicks,
cv313,
the Bar-Kays,
Pole,
OOIOO,
Accadde A,
Fad Gadget,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alison Limerick,
Barry Ungar,
The Red Krayola,
Joy Division,
Desert Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aloha Tigers,
Anakelly,
Erykah Badu,
Chrome,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reuben Wilson,
Sound Behaviour,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aswad,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Slits,
Altered Images,
Derrick May,
Robert Wyatt,
Pierre Henry,
Television Personalities,
Pere Ubu,
Masters at Work,
Thee Headcoats,
Eli Mardock,
Country Teasers,
Laurel Aitken,
Television,
Joe Smooth,
Deakin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faraquet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Clear Light,
Whodini,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Loose Ends,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Depeche Mode,
Eurythmics,
Fluxion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Nirvana,
Black Bananas,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.