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 Sri Lanka and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar 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 Lyres to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
The Doors,
T. Rex,
Kenny Larkin,
Sarah Menescal,
ABBA,
Dual Sessions,
the Swans,
Magma,
Infiniti,
Brass Construction,
Wolf Eyes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cal Tjader,
Lightning Bolt,
Drexciya,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marine Girls,
The Music Machine,
Accadde A,
Massinfluence,
Vladislav Delay,
Eddi Front,
The Martian,
Eric B and Rakim,
Iggy Pop,
The Dead C,
Q and Not U,
Grauzone,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soul Sonic Force,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Index,
Moebius,
Quadrant,
Warren Ellis,
The Five Americans,
The Birthday Party,
Crime,
Qualms,
Grey Daturas,
Gong,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jandek,
Avey Tare,
B.T. Express,
EPMD,
La Düsseldorf,
The Neon Judgement,
UT,
Y Pants,
Amon Düül II,
Flipper,
Suicide,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joensuu 1685,
the Human League,
Delon & Dalcan,
Youth Brigade,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.