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 Chile and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Intrusion to the dance 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Moebius,
The Gories,
Rosa Yemen,
Public Enemy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Organ,
The Fuzztones,
Mo-Dettes,
DJ Style,
Eden Ahbez,
Minny Pops,
The Zeros,
Blancmange,
Ituana,
Funky Four + One,
Smog,
Susan Cadogan,
Sight & Sound,
The Victims,
Janne Schatter,
Magazine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wally Richardson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fluxion,
Tres Demented,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Rundgren,
Electric Prunes,
Erasure,
La Düsseldorf,
Cameo,
Thompson Twins,
Mandrill,
Outsiders,
Pierre Henry,
Chris & Cosey,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Move,
Massinfluence,
The Selecter,
This Heat,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Green,
Soul II Soul,
Spandau Ballet,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Monolake,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
ABC,
Pussy Galore,
Little Man,
PIL,
Robert Wyatt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eddi Front,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.