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 Benin and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mars to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
The Pop Group,
Ponytail,
The Pretty Things,
The Velvet Underground,
Mo-Dettes,
Piero Umiliani,
Todd Terry,
The Invisible,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kayak,
Babytalk,
ABC,
Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed,
AZ,
The Remains,
Amon Düül II,
Shoche,
Icehouse,
the Slits,
Crash Course in Science,
Frankie Knuckles,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sällskapet,
Pagans,
Organ,
Ludus,
Supertramp,
Glenn Branca,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Danielle Patucci,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
World's Most,
The Electric Prunes,
Jacob Miller,
Josef K,
Fad Gadget,
Los Fastidios,
Lungfish,
Nick Fraelich,
Soft Cell,
Maleditus Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Sandy B,
Jimmy McGriff,
Khruangbin,
Adolescents,
the Human League,
The Doobie Brothers,
Second Layer,
Toni Rubio,
MC5,
Nico,
The Seeds,
The Count Five,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Byrd,
Chris & Cosey,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.