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 Madagascar and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Marcia Griffiths to the techno 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Popol Vuh,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minutemen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Red Krayola,
Henry Cow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David Axelrod,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fall,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joey Negro,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Young Rascals,
MDC,
Todd Rundgren,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Zapp,
Yellowson,
The Misunderstood,
The Sonics,
Eddi Front,
Groovy Waters,
Unwound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Detroit Cobras,
MC5,
Delta 5,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stiv Bators,
Idris Muhammad,
Minny Pops,
The Tremeloes,
The Names,
Robert Wyatt,
Echospace,
John Foxx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Colin Newman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Albert Ayler,
Suburban Knight,
T.S.O.L.,
Nico,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bronski Beat,
Steve Hackett,
The Associates,
The Walker Brothers,
Camouflage,
Public Enemy,
Tubeway Army,
Pagans,
Jacob Miller,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.