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 Chad and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Mars to the techno 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
The Skatalites,
Amon Düül,
Dark Day,
Lakeside,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tomorrow,
Circle Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
China Crisis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brick,
Ossler,
Japan,
Scientists,
Robert Görl,
Marc Almond,
The Techniques,
The Victims,
Neil Young,
Scratch Acid,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dawn Penn,
the Bar-Kays,
Quando Quango,
Gichy Dan,
The Red Krayola,
The New Christs,
Guru Guru,
Public Image Ltd.,
DNA,
Talk Talk,
Radiohead,
Swans,
the Human League,
Roger Hodgson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Don Cherry,
Clear Light,
Wire,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blake Baxter,
Severed Heads,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Selecter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Livin' Joy,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Certain Ratio,
Boredoms,
Charles Mingus,
The Mummies,
Faust,
Sex Pistols,
Rapeman,
Cybotron,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.