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 Luxembourg and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Sam Rivers to the electroclash 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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
L. Decosne,
The Trojans,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dead C,
Yaz,
Pussy Galore,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bluetip,
Mo-Dettes,
Rosa Yemen,
Neu!,
Bauhaus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Janne Schatter,
T. Rex,
Tropical Tobacco,
R.M.O.,
Bronski Beat,
Sugar Minott,
T.S.O.L.,
Los Fastidios,
Tres Demented,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
E-Dancer,
The Techniques,
Matthew Bourne,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young,
Skriet,
Brass Construction,
Cheater Slicks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Warsaw,
Oblivians,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Young Rascals,
Yazoo,
Joy Division,
Monolake,
the Slits,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tom Boy,
John Lydon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Television,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Normal,
Wolf Eyes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Invisible,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ten City,
Marc Almond,
Lalann,
Trumans Water,
Gichy Dan,
Radiohead,
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.