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 Algeria 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Colin Newman to the disco 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Matthew Halsall,
Erykah Badu,
Crooked Eye,
Ponytail,
Robert Hood,
Agitation Free,
Tres Demented,
The Stooges,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sonics,
The Searchers,
Andrew Hill,
Infiniti,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Main Source,
Nico,
Little Man,
Soulsonic Force,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moss Icon,
Jacob Miller,
Reuben Wilson,
Royal Trux,
L. Decosne,
Fela Kuti,
Zapp,
Bootsy Collins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bob Dylan,
John Foxx,
Brass Construction,
Banda Bassotti,
The Five Americans,
CMW,
Connie Case,
Dark Day,
H. Thieme,
Visage,
The Pop Group,
The Barracudas,
Chris Corsano,
Dual Sessions,
Glenn Branca,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Pretty Things,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rites of Spring,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeff Mills,
Bluetip,
Hoover,
Ohio Players,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Schoolly D,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
a-ha,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.