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 Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ornette Coleman to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Henry Cow,
The United States of America,
The Young Rascals,
D'Angelo,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moody Blues,
The Slits,
The Modern Lovers,
Wire,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Qualms,
F. McDonald,
Bad Manners,
The Angels of Light,
Pylon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Selecter,
The Names,
Newcleus,
Spoonie Gee,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Average White Band,
Tomorrow,
Moss Icon,
DJ Style,
Fluxion,
Camouflage,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ornette Coleman,
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers,
The American Breed,
The Gladiators,
Goldenarms,
The Misunderstood,
The Cramps,
Clear Light,
Mark Hollis,
The Wake,
The Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
Nico,
Unwound,
The Grass Roots,
The Black Dice,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dennis Brown,
The Cure,
Cheater Slicks,
The Trojans,
Desert Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Görl,
Pulsallama,
Sarah Menescal,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.