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 Georgia and from Calgary.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Kas Product 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jerry's Kids,
The Black Dice,
Mark Hollis,
Tomorrow,
Eric Dolphy,
Aloha Tigers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hot Snakes,
Lower 48,
Lalann,
Aural Exciters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Inner City,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swans,
The Doors,
Flipper,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Görl,
The Martian,
the Swans,
Barbara Tucker,
Cal Tjader,
Das Ding,
Graham Central Station,
The Gap Band,
H. Thieme,
Nico,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Altered Images,
Sun Ra,
Harmonia,
Neu!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Motions,
Lightning Bolt,
Jawbox,
The Leaves,
Urselle,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare,
Vladislav Delay,
Desert Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Monochrome Set,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Machine,
Excepter,
The Remains,
Pylon,
Pantytec,
The Standells,
The Stooges,
MC5,
L. Decosne,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Schoolly D,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.