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 Oman and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Seeds to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
The New Christs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sister Nancy,
The Litter,
The Slits,
PIL,
Malaria!,
Guru Guru,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Almond,
John Lydon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Archie Shepp,
Morten Harket,
Robert Hood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Popol Vuh,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Grass Roots,
a-ha,
Outsiders,
Easy Going,
Alphaville,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
Glenn Branca,
Pierre Henry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonic Youth,
Black Bananas,
Maurizio,
Grauzone,
OOIOO,
Hashim,
Lakeside,
Amazonics,
The Happenings,
the Swans,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slackers,
Das Ding,
The Searchers,
Ronnie Foster,
L. Decosne,
Gichy Dan,
Reagan Youth,
Severed Heads,
Lucky Dragons,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cymande,
Aswad,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Altered Images,
Erasure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Au Pairs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radiohead,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.