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 Andorra and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Agent Orange,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Porter Ricks,
Minny Pops,
Ice-T,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Warren Ellis,
Jandek,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Maleditus Sound,
Oneida,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lungfish,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Pus,
Tubeway Army,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sam Rivers,
Cheater Slicks,
Section 25,
Scan 7,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Names,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Suicide,
Thee Headcoats,
the Sonics,
Cymande,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Residents,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mission of Burma,
Massinfluence,
Robert Hood,
The New Christs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
10cc,
Jawbox,
David Bowie,
Duran Duran,
Electric Prunes,
The Slits,
Das Ding,
Cameo,
Bobby Womack,
The Tremeloes,
Toni Rubio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.