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 Brazil and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Q and Not U to the punk 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Bluetip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Byrd,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joe Smooth,
the Germs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fugazi,
Ice-T,
Archie Shepp,
The Black Dice,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare,
The Human League,
Television,
Idris Muhammad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amazonics,
Arab on Radar,
Blancmange,
Minutemen,
Can,
Barry Ungar,
Smog,
Scion,
Grauzone,
Albert Ayler,
Rosa Yemen,
UT,
Ohio Players,
The United States of America,
Von Mondo,
The Durutti Column,
Drive Like Jehu,
EPMD,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric Dolphy,
Iggy Pop,
The Moleskins,
Kayak,
Radiohead,
James White and The Blacks,
Brothers Johnson,
Godley & Creme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Funky Four + One,
The Barracudas,
Circle Jerks,
Lyres,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Near,
Dennis Brown,
Boz Scaggs,
Visage,
Echospace,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.