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 France and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Steve Hackett to the jazz 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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pulsallama,
Lower 48,
The Buckinghams,
The Dead C,
Darondo,
Jandek,
JFA,
Junior Murvin,
New York Dolls,
David Bowie,
Lightning Bolt,
David McCallum,
Reagan Youth,
Hoover,
Wally Richardson,
Interpol,
Avey Tare,
The Beau Brummels,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Sherman,
Angry Samoans,
Aloha Tigers,
The Litter,
the Swans,
World's Most,
Television Personalities,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chris Corsano,
X-102,
Maleditus Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Clarke,
Judy Mowatt,
Michelle Simonal,
Suburban Knight,
Rhythm & Sound,
MC5,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soft Machine,
John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Warren Ellis,
CMW,
Sister Nancy,
Freddie Wadling,
Intrusion,
The Five Americans,
H. Thieme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fuzztones,
Harry Pussy,
Eurythmics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Velvet Underground,
Cheater Slicks,
L. Decosne,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.