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 New Zealand and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb 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 Barbara Tucker to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Vogues,
Desert Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Gichy Dan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David Bowie,
Laurel Aitken,
Bush Tetras,
the Bar-Kays,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mark Hollis,
Fat Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ossler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monks,
Eden Ahbez,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Freddie Wadling,
Cal Tjader,
Funky Four + One,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Interpol,
The Blackbyrds,
Boz Scaggs,
Sandy B,
Man Parrish,
Pantaleimon,
Lakeside,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vainqueur,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Japan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radio Birdman,
Prince Buster,
X-Ray Spex,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed,
Howard Jones,
KRS-One,
The Motions,
Marmalade,
Anakelly,
Negative Approach,
Barrington Levy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
Stereo Dub,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Zero Boys,
Warren Ellis,
The Fugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlback,
Theoretical Girls,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.