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 Germany and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Modern Lovers to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
T. Rex,
Soulsonic Force,
Sandy B,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mummies,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rapeman,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Velvet Underground,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Evens,
Vladislav Delay,
Mary Jane Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Circle Jerks,
Amazonics,
Sparks,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare,
Minor Threat,
Theoretical Girls,
Bill Near,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
Sarah Menescal,
Kas Product,
Mars,
Davy DMX,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arab on Radar,
The Saints,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Order,
Aaron Thompson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gichy Dan,
Metal Thangz,
Faust,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fear,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Terry,
Boredoms,
Minny Pops,
Connie Case,
kango's stein massive,
Anthony Braxton,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Goldenarms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roy Ayers,
The Beau Brummels,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Darondo,
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.