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 Paraguay and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Das Ding to the dance 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flipper,
The Fuzztones,
KRS-One,
Warsaw,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blake Baxter,
The Modern Lovers,
Audionom,
Darondo,
China Crisis,
The Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Danielle Patucci,
Pantytec,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Angels of Light,
Steve Hackett,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ronnie Foster,
The Stooges,
Khruangbin,
AZ,
Qualms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The New Christs,
Gang Starr,
Pussy Galore,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
Moebius,
Ohio Players,
Sandy B,
Terrestrial Tones,
Morten Harket,
The Gladiators,
The Toasters,
Deepchord,
MC5,
The Motions,
Main Source,
The Golliwogs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bronski Beat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
In Retrospect,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lyres,
the Normal,
Y Pants,
Soft Machine,
The Music Machine,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rapeman,
Excepter,
New Order,
Robert Wyatt,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.