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 Angola and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Juan Atkins to the punk 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
CMW,
Scrapy,
Susan Cadogan,
Kaleidoscope,
Sixth Finger,
Youth Brigade,
The Count Five,
Swell Maps,
Roxy Music,
Jacob Miller,
Wings,
Visage,
Ornette Coleman,
Eden Ahbez,
Chrome,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ituana,
48th St. Collective,
Can,
Minutemen,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The J.B.'s,
This Heat,
The Grass Roots,
Mark Hollis,
The Moleskins,
Marc Almond,
The Gun Club,
Byron Stingily,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soft Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Porter Ricks,
Excepter,
Lalann,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marvin Gaye,
Josef K,
La Düsseldorf,
Cluster,
The Techniques,
The Saints,
Talk Talk,
Kenny Larkin,
Banda Bassotti,
Unrelated Segments,
Tom Boy,
The Fire Engines,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Mills,
Zero Boys,
H. Thieme,
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.