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 Switzerland and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 The Doors to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Stetsasonic,
Radiohead,
ABBA,
Infiniti,
The Grass Roots,
E-Dancer,
Q65,
Mantronix,
Chris Corsano,
The Litter,
Joe Finger,
Little Man,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wire,
Buzzcocks,
Gabor Szabo,
Blancmange,
Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
World's Most,
Barrington Levy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hashim,
Saccharine Trust,
Henry Cow,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Style,
Black Bananas,
Cluster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
ABC,
Eric Copeland,
Maleditus Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Essential Logic,
Index,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amazonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Howard Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dave Clark Five,
Swans,
Sun City Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rotary Connection,
The Doors,
Loose Ends,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lower 48,
Neu!,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.