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 Kazakhstan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Zeros to the punk 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Brothers Johnson,
Junior Murvin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mark Hollis,
Soft Machine,
Loose Ends,
Organ,
Erykah Badu,
Skriet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Searchers,
Bronski Beat,
PIL,
June Days,
Tears for Fears,
Man Parrish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric Dolphy,
EPMD,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sällskapet,
The Happenings,
The Mummies,
The Victims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Starr,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David Bowie,
the Germs,
Lou Christie,
Ronan,
Marc Almond,
DJ Sneak,
Tim Buckley,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Motions,
Newcleus,
Amon Düül II,
Depeche Mode,
Q65,
Eddi Front,
Model 500,
Theoretical Girls,
Al Stewart,
Ludus,
Byron Stingily,
Scrapy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joe Smooth,
Howard Jones,
Zero Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick May,
Aaron Thompson,
Godley & Creme,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.