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 Cameroon and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Mo-Dettes to the electroclash 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
OOIOO,
Lightning Bolt,
The Remains,
The Gap Band,
Ludus,
Malaria!,
Delta 5,
the Sonics,
The United States of America,
Liliput,
Iggy Pop,
B.T. Express,
Pantaleimon,
Tommy Roe,
Moss Icon,
Electric Prunes,
Alison Limerick,
Yusef Lateef,
Babytalk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tres Demented,
The Moody Blues,
L. Decosne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Carl Craig,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Human League,
The Young Rascals,
Sight & Sound,
Surgeon,
Flipper,
T. Rex,
Maurizio,
The Fortunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Age Steppers,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Japan,
The Durutti Column,
the Soft Cell,
The Angels of Light,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Swans,
Steve Hackett,
Spandau Ballet,
The Seeds,
Vainqueur,
The Dirtbombs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boz Scaggs,
Von Mondo,
Gong,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.