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 Kyrgyzstan and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Stereo Dub to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Talk Talk,
Peter and Kerry,
Guru Guru,
Tim Buckley,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bush Tetras,
Whodini,
Drive Like Jehu,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Velvet Underground,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Black Dice,
Sister Nancy,
Monolake,
Television,
LL Cool J,
The Monochrome Set,
Mary Jane Girls,
Slick Rick,
Adolescents,
Jeff Mills,
Swans,
The Move,
Monks,
The New Christs,
The Smiths,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sixth Finger,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bang On A Can,
Susan Cadogan,
Con Funk Shun,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Loose Ends,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sound Behaviour,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mummies,
June of 44,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pussy Galore,
the Normal,
Neu!,
Aaron Thompson,
Glenn Branca,
10cc,
Procol Harum,
Fela Kuti,
Amazonics,
The Real Kids,
Scan 7,
Todd Rundgren,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chrome,
Bizarre Inc.,
Trumans Water,
Metal Thangz,
Dennis Brown,
The Gun Club,
a-ha,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.