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 Taiwan and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hasil Adkins to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Swans,
Letta Mbulu,
Fugazi,
Radiopuhelimet,
Make Up,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gichy Dan,
X-102,
Charles Mingus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minnie Riperton,
Carl Craig,
Faust,
The Associates,
Howard Jones,
F. McDonald,
Zapp,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Pus,
Gong,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aaron Thompson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Durutti Column,
Siglo XX,
Mary Jane Girls,
Japan,
Joy Division,
Rotary Connection,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Hill,
the Slits,
Nico,
Con Funk Shun,
Swans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eve St. Jones,
Interpol,
Easy Going,
Sister Nancy,
The Count Five,
Jacob Miller,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Christie,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lyres,
Ludus,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gun Club,
Rapeman,
The Pretty Things,
The Index,
The Dirtbombs,
E-Dancer,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiohead,
Joey Negro,
Nils Olav,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.