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 Egypt and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Germs to the crunk 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Essential Logic,
Shoche,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Happenings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Zapp,
Sound Behaviour,
Pole,
Harpers Bizarre,
Susan Cadogan,
OOIOO,
The Golliwogs,
Ken Boothe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Talk Talk,
Dave Gahan,
The Cure,
Depeche Mode,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Residents,
Parry Music,
Alton Ellis,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABBA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nirvana,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Durutti Column,
Faraquet,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cramps,
Graham Central Station,
Wolf Eyes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rufus Thomas,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Machine,
Crooked Eye,
China Crisis,
Lalann,
The Litter,
The Slackers,
Rekid,
Blossom Toes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lightning Bolt,
the Soft Cell,
Youth Brigade,
Eve St. Jones,
Sandy B,
Index,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Misunderstood,
Bob Dylan,
Arab on Radar,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.