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 Pakistan 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Brass Construction,
Lyres,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
The Golliwogs,
Sandy B,
The Shadows of Knight,
Albert Ayler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Make Up,
Second Layer,
Easy Going,
Robert Görl,
The Buckinghams,
R.M.O.,
Dead Boys,
Organ,
Ponytail,
Monolake,
the Swans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Marmalade,
John Coltrane,
Whodini,
Eve St. Jones,
Roy Ayers,
Nick Fraelich,
D'Angelo,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Tears for Fears,
The Trojans,
Flipper,
Arthur Verocai,
Skriet,
The Motions,
Unrelated Segments,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultra Naté,
The Associates,
Brick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Althea and Donna,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick Morgan,
Deadbeat,
The Tremeloes,
Dark Day,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Inner City,
Accadde A,
Freddie Wadling,
Boredoms,
MC5,
Camouflage,
Neu!,
Bush Tetras,
Rufus Thomas,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.