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 Barbados and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Zapp 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Warsaw,
Pylon,
CMW,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultravox,
The Pretty Things,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Los Fastidios,
Steve Hackett,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kurtis Blow,
Simply Red,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jacques Brel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Searchers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scientists,
Terry Callier,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joe Finger,
Nas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gap Band,
The Fire Engines,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Smiths,
The Index,
Bill Near,
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bad Manners,
Vladislav Delay,
the Normal,
Rosa Yemen,
U.S. Maple,
The Slits,
Duran Duran,
Nico,
Jerry's Kids,
Sam Rivers,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Martian,
Suicide,
Bobby Womack,
Motorama,
The Doors,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Make Up,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Christie,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.