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 Tuvalu and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Livin' Joy to the rock 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Smog,
The Sonics,
Zero Boys,
CMW,
John Lydon,
cv313,
Niagra,
Charles Mingus,
Audionom,
Patti Smith,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Smoke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blancmange,
Quadrant,
The Misunderstood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Urselle,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Hood,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultravox,
Archie Shepp,
Amon Düül II,
The American Breed,
Andrew Hill,
Circle Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
The Durutti Column,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kerri Chandler,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gabor Szabo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scratch Acid,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Angels of Light,
Japan,
Animal Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
China Crisis,
A Certain Ratio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Qualms,
Hasil Adkins,
Morten Harket,
Sam Rivers,
Brick,
Altered Images,
Franke,
Tom Boy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Don Cherry,
Scan 7,
Eve St. Jones,
Underground Resistance,
Roy Ayers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.