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 Spain and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Siglo XX to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Wings,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Görl,
The Motions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echospace,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gap Band,
Archie Shepp,
Tropical Tobacco,
Subhumans,
the Soft Cell,
The Leaves,
a-ha,
Minnie Riperton,
Kenny Larkin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Piero Umiliani,
Patti Smith,
Metal Thangz,
Tomorrow,
KRS-One,
Connie Case,
Eurythmics,
Fat Boys,
Bang On A Can,
The Blackbyrds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Flag,
Bobby Sherman,
Faraquet,
Jerry's Kids,
Liliput,
Erasure,
X-102,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sugar Minott,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gladiators,
Tubeway Army,
Silicon Teens,
Bill Near,
Sight & Sound,
John Holt,
Duran Duran,
Parry Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
Monks,
Buzzcocks,
The Five Americans,
Blancmange,
Groovy Waters,
48th St. Collective,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alton Ellis,
Ponytail,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang of Four,
Surgeon,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.