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 Seychelles and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Fire Engines to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
The Gories,
June of 44,
Saccharine Trust,
Procol Harum,
Peter & Gordon,
Danielle Patucci,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun Ra,
Chris & Cosey,
Joy Division,
Derrick May,
Brothers Johnson,
Agitation Free,
Mandrill,
Matthew Bourne,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Smooth,
Bill Wells,
Nas,
The Evens,
Dual Sessions,
Babytalk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quando Quango,
Maleditus Sound,
Delta 5,
The Durutti Column,
Dave Gahan,
Vladislav Delay,
Sparks,
Yazoo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Von Mondo,
Ultravox,
Minor Threat,
The Moody Blues,
Yaz,
Parry Music,
Soulsonic Force,
The Kinks,
Althea and Donna,
Ken Boothe,
Bad Manners,
Sugar Minott,
Aswad,
T.S.O.L.,
The New Christs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oneida,
The United States of America,
Visage,
The Birthday Party,
Smog,
Faust,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moby Grape,
The Neon Judgement,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.