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 Bolivia and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 R.M.O. to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Velvet Underground,
K-Klass,
Todd Terry,
Dave Gahan,
Howard Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Morten Harket,
Spandau Ballet,
One Last Wish,
Second Layer,
Moby Grape,
Royal Trux,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeff Mills,
Chris Corsano,
X-101,
Absolute Body Control,
Goldenarms,
Warren Ellis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Babytalk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Niagra,
Flipper,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New York Dolls,
Model 500,
Tres Demented,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Rundgren,
Flash Fearless,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kenny Larkin,
Scientists,
Livin' Joy,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Durutti Column,
Country Teasers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Techniques,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
PIL,
Organ,
Zero Boys,
Das Ding,
Thee Headcoats,
Y Pants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Womack,
The Searchers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Groovy Waters,
New Order,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Iggy Pop,
The Sonics,
The Angels of Light,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.