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 Czech Republic and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Fluxion to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Görl,
Wire,
The Zeros,
Sixth Finger,
The Raincoats,
Talk Talk,
Ronnie Foster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Lynne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Simply Red,
Iggy Pop,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Derrick May,
Das Ding,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Electric Prunes,
the Human League,
Man Parrish,
Ten City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
MC5,
Sonny Sharrock,
Darondo,
Rakim,
Amon Düül,
Tim Buckley,
Mandrill,
Average White Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Misunderstood,
Slick Rick,
the Germs,
The Gories,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
ABBA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skaos,
Connie Case,
Thee Headcoats,
Urselle,
Albert Ayler,
Eddi Front,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Animal Collective,
Minor Threat,
Procol Harum,
Marmalade,
The New Christs,
the Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monolake,
Glenn Branca,
Bill Near,
The Mummies,
The Monks,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.