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 Finland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 cv313 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
The Fortunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Kinks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funkadelic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mandrill,
Vainqueur,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Trumans Water,
Joey Negro,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
K-Klass,
Cecil Taylor,
Sarah Menescal,
June Days,
The Wake,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blake Baxter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Detroit Cobras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Spandau Ballet,
Gabor Szabo,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Raincoats,
Au Pairs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ornette Coleman,
Harry Pussy,
Cluster,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Womack,
The New Christs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Letta Mbulu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nils Olav,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Siglo XX,
Flash Fearless,
Slave,
The Red Krayola,
Curtis Mayfield,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dave Gahan,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gap Band,
Dark Day,
The Evens,
cv313,
The United States of America,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.