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 Yemen and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Underground Resistance to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Magazine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oneida,
The Golliwogs,
The Doors,
The Neon Judgement,
Tommy Roe,
Todd Rundgren,
The Trojans,
The Barracudas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scott Walker,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Steve Hackett,
The Young Rascals,
Franke,
John Foxx,
Organ,
Quando Quango,
K-Klass,
Ultra Naté,
OOIOO,
DNA,
Laurel Aitken,
Erykah Badu,
Sun City Girls,
The Names,
U.S. Maple,
Hoover,
Ponytail,
Arab on Radar,
Japan,
Eve St. Jones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kaleidoscope,
Boredoms,
Boz Scaggs,
The Buckinghams,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Move,
Trumans Water,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sound Behaviour,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Hood,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brothers Johnson,
The Flesh Eaters,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-101,
Bluetip,
Groovy Waters,
The Leaves,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Clear Light,
Young Marble Giants,
Motorama,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.