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 Sudan and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Jerry's Kids to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Sister Nancy,
the Association,
the Bar-Kays,
Sandy B,
Anthony Braxton,
Grey Daturas,
The Fugs,
Newcleus,
Khruangbin,
Dual Sessions,
Neil Young,
The Index,
Stiv Bators,
Toni Rubio,
Tomorrow,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rapeman,
H. Thieme,
Monks,
The Fuzztones,
John Foxx,
Janne Schatter,
The Pop Group,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gerry Rafferty,
the Swans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
Monolake,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ornette Coleman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Moon,
Animal Collective,
Brothers Johnson,
Chrome,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Parry Music,
Mr. Review,
Graham Central Station,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cure,
Anakelly,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sam Rivers,
Byron Stingily,
Dead Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Lindisfarne,
Ten City,
Model 500,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blues Magoos,
Jacques Brel,
Albert Ayler,
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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.