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 Cyprus and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Rapeman to the techno 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Sneak,
The Real Kids,
Piero Umiliani,
Aaron Thompson,
Cybotron,
AZ,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Technova,
Subhumans,
cv313,
Leonard Cohen,
Jawbox,
Hardrive,
Arab on Radar,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alphaville,
Guru Guru,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wolf Eyes,
Henry Cow,
The Cramps,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T.S.O.L.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funkadelic,
Grey Daturas,
Cecil Taylor,
Delon & Dalcan,
Erasure,
Todd Rundgren,
Essential Logic,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed,
Fugazi,
Andrew Hill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Names,
Negative Approach,
The Golliwogs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Offenders,
X-Ray Spex,
Joy Division,
the Normal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Foxx,
Scion,
Urselle,
Babytalk,
E-Dancer,
Gong,
The Monks,
Tommy Roe,
Ponytail,
MC5,
David Axelrod,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.