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 United Kingdom and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare 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 cv313 to the rock 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
DNA,
Camberwell Now,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Half Japanese,
Wally Richardson,
The Music Machine,
Don Cherry,
Absolute Body Control,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Parry Music,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unwound,
Reuben Wilson,
In Retrospect,
Rekid,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tears for Fears,
Marc Almond,
The Last Poets,
the Sonics,
The Fuzztones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alphaville,
Blancmange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Human League,
Jandek,
Livin' Joy,
Urselle,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
Iggy Pop,
Malaria!,
James White and The Blacks,
Lalann,
Crime,
Vainqueur,
John Foxx,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pole,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy Collins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Television Personalities,
The Five Americans,
Joey Negro,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Suicide,
Aural Exciters,
Chrome,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Beau Brummels,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.