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 Thailand and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gories 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Absolute Body Control,
The Music Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fluxion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Juan Atkins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
This Heat,
Groovy Waters,
The Slits,
The Sound,
Essential Logic,
10cc,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Warsaw,
Todd Rundgren,
E-Dancer,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scratch Acid,
The Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crooked Eye,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hasil Adkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ornette Coleman,
Symarip,
Tears for Fears,
UT,
Youth Brigade,
K-Klass,
Sight & Sound,
Can,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Sonics,
Shoche,
The Star Department,
Skriet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sarah Menescal,
The Divine Comedy,
Bad Manners,
Joe Smooth,
R.M.O.,
Bang On A Can,
The Monochrome Set,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cure,
Adolescents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Make Up,
Loose Ends,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tim Buckley,
The Pretty Things,
Radiohead,
Joyce Sims,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.