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 Liechtenstein and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 The Barracudas to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Magma,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shoche,
Kayak,
Franke,
Bronski Beat,
48th St. Collective,
Black Pus,
The Blackbyrds,
Das Ding,
Pantytec,
Accadde A,
Deadbeat,
Subhumans,
Colin Newman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thompson Twins,
Spoonie Gee,
Make Up,
Yazoo,
Trumans Water,
Harry Pussy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kenny Larkin,
Maurizio,
Marc Almond,
John Holt,
Jeff Lynne,
Camberwell Now,
Scientists,
Scratch Acid,
The Star Department,
Todd Terry,
The Birthday Party,
Bluetip,
Intrusion,
Mars,
Radiohead,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tres Demented,
Kas Product,
Main Source,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jandek,
Gabor Szabo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cal Tjader,
Flipper,
Youth Brigade,
Pussy Galore,
F. McDonald,
Leonard Cohen,
The Divine Comedy,
Harmonia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.