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 Mongolia and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Albert Ayler to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gladiators,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Simply Red,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
K-Klass,
Quando Quango,
Brick,
Pussy Galore,
Ultravox,
Gichy Dan,
Gong,
Stiv Bators,
Lower 48,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Sheep,
The Stooges,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aaron Thompson,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Near,
David Axelrod,
Ossler,
Trumans Water,
Bob Dylan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Accadde A,
Rufus Thomas,
Sarah Menescal,
Fela Kuti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Terry,
Skarface,
Suicide,
Archie Shepp,
The Vogues,
Inner City,
The Index,
The Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DJ Sneak,
Camberwell Now,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Skriet,
The Kinks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Liliput,
The Grass Roots,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ludus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-102,
Graham Central Station,
Cameo,
Smog,
The Fuzztones,
The Angels of Light,
New Age Steppers,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.