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 Luxembourg and from Toronto.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Althea and Donna to the electroclash 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
The Busters,
Aural Exciters,
Agent Orange,
Lightning Bolt,
John Lydon,
Country Teasers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
The Tremeloes,
Silicon Teens,
Liliput,
UT,
The New Christs,
The Velvet Underground,
Adolescents,
Brothers Johnson,
MDC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hoover,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Slackers,
Shoche,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fall,
Monks,
Sällskapet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grey Daturas,
Metal Thangz,
Underground Resistance,
James White and The Blacks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Banda Bassotti,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gladiators,
Glambeats Corp.,
U.S. Maple,
The Blackbyrds,
Deakin,
Saccharine Trust,
Interpol,
The Moody Blues,
Echospace,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Freddie Wadling,
Lyres,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Black Dice,
Bill Wells,
Marine Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Erasure,
Gong,
Jerry's Kids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Au Pairs,
Porter Ricks,
Maleditus Sound,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.