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 St Lucia and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Kool Moe Dee to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Surgeon,
Index,
The Knickerbockers,
Kenny Larkin,
Absolute Body Control,
the Germs,
Brothers Johnson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Move,
E-Dancer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
FM Einheit,
The Martian,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Raincoats,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arthur Verocai,
The Neon Judgement,
Siglo XX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Second Layer,
The Angels of Light,
Juan Atkins,
Warren Ellis,
The Golliwogs,
The Moody Blues,
Scion,
The Young Rascals,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sound Behaviour,
L. Decosne,
Scan 7,
Crime,
Chrome,
DJ Sneak,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kerri Chandler,
the Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Hood,
The Remains,
Outsiders,
Neu!,
The Mojo Men,
The Residents,
Au Pairs,
June of 44,
Tim Buckley,
Arab on Radar,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.