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 East Timor and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Pop Group to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
A Certain Ratio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Silicon Teens,
These Immortal Souls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Al Stewart,
Lyres,
Hashim,
Bill Wells,
Peter & Gordon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Index,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Warsaw,
Fear,
H. Thieme,
EPMD,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Junior Murvin,
The Mummies,
This Heat,
Eve St. Jones,
Groovy Waters,
The Golliwogs,
Cymande,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
World's Most,
Hardrive,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Last Poets,
Aural Exciters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fugazi,
Pole,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultravox,
Supertramp,
The Moleskins,
David Axelrod,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fugs,
Country Teasers,
Los Fastidios,
Subhumans,
Jawbox,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eurythmics,
Joy Division,
Bill Near,
Tom Boy,
Half Japanese,
Arcadia,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.