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 Kuwait and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Hardrive to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
The Misunderstood,
These Immortal Souls,
E-Dancer,
Quadrant,
Heaven 17,
Von Mondo,
Q65,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jandek,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Danielle Patucci,
John Foxx,
The Smoke,
Henry Cow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang of Four,
Tim Buckley,
Unrelated Segments,
Eli Mardock,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gong,
Black Pus,
the Human League,
The Blues Magoos,
AZ,
Mandrill,
Crash Course in Science,
Soft Machine,
Fear,
Kaleidoscope,
Don Cherry,
Monolake,
Roger Hodgson,
Lakeside,
New York Dolls,
Icehouse,
The Shadows of Knight,
Janne Schatter,
The Star Department,
EPMD,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nils Olav,
The Victims,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sugar Minott,
Joyce Sims,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barbara Tucker,
Stetsasonic,
Camberwell Now,
Hashim,
Excepter,
Maurizio,
Television,
Index,
Pussy Galore,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.