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 Nepal and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Eddi Front to the crunk 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Rotary Connection,
Drexciya,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Flag,
Robert Hood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Electric Prunes,
Easy Going,
The Slackers,
The Raincoats,
Bush Tetras,
David Axelrod,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Stooges,
Kenny Larkin,
Rod Modell,
Arcadia,
Shoche,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Swell Maps,
Negative Approach,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Selecter,
Scrapy,
Ken Boothe,
The Gun Club,
Yazoo,
Kaleidoscope,
Piero Umiliani,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skarface,
The Fire Engines,
Toni Rubio,
Sun City Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Erykah Badu,
Gabor Szabo,
Danielle Patucci,
Rapeman,
The Gories,
Motorama,
Arthur Verocai,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rites of Spring,
Jeff Mills,
The Dead C,
Jacques Brel,
Cameo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fear,
Sixth Finger,
Monks,
Massinfluence,
Little Man,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.