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 Philippines and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Jimmy McGriff to the grunge 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pole,
Thompson Twins,
Skarface,
MDC,
K-Klass,
DJ Sneak,
The Slits,
Technova,
Sight & Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cramps,
The New Christs,
The Fugs,
John Lydon,
Unrelated Segments,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Loose Ends,
Duran Duran,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Music Machine,
The Mojo Men,
The Doors,
Babytalk,
Severed Heads,
Jandek,
New Order,
Joe Finger,
Josef K,
Marvin Gaye,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Coltrane,
Popol Vuh,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Pop Group,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Womack,
Harry Pussy,
Lightning Bolt,
the Swans,
In Retrospect,
Quando Quango,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Byrd,
Harmonia,
Marine Girls,
Heaven 17,
The Star Department,
X-101,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minnie Riperton,
Pagans,
Chris & Cosey,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lucky Dragons,
ABC,
Deepchord,
Vladislav Delay,
Monolake,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.