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 Montenegro and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Q and Not U to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Frankie Knuckles,
T.S.O.L.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Banda Bassotti,
The Kinks,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Technova,
The Invisible,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Litter,
The Birthday Party,
cv313,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Byron Stingily,
Clear Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
Index,
Stereo Dub,
Agent Orange,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Massinfluence,
AZ,
Model 500,
Harmonia,
The Move,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Sherman,
Franke,
Heaven 17,
Half Japanese,
The Sonics,
Sister Nancy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kurtis Blow,
The Moleskins,
Metal Thangz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fad Gadget,
Magma,
Derrick May,
Black Bananas,
Drexciya,
Erykah Badu,
Tommy Roe,
DJ Sneak,
The Dave Clark Five,
Patti Smith,
Loose Ends,
Tubeway Army,
H. Thieme,
The Monks,
Slick Rick,
Theoretical Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.