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 Malaysia and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Residents to the grunge 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Monolake,
Chrome,
Derrick Morgan,
Rotary Connection,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Janne Schatter,
The Velvet Underground,
X-102,
Tommy Roe,
Ronnie Foster,
John Cale,
Erasure,
Monks,
Masters at Work,
The Birthday Party,
The Angels of Light,
The Young Rascals,
Scratch Acid,
Radio Birdman,
Gabor Szabo,
CMW,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Parrish,
Popol Vuh,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Soft Cell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Johnny Clarke,
Average White Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dual Sessions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jandek,
cv313,
Radiopuhelimet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bush Tetras,
The Associates,
The Happenings,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gories,
David McCallum,
John Lydon,
Electric Prunes,
Circle Jerks,
Pole,
Amon Düül II,
Ohio Players,
Pierre Henry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rites of Spring,
Minutemen,
Soulsonic Force,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.