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 Ghana and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Drexciya to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Skatalites,
Dead Boys,
Cameo,
Yellowson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Monochrome Set,
Prince Buster,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Pretty Things,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Holt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masters at Work,
Blake Baxter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Warsaw,
Fatback Band,
Cecil Taylor,
The Wake,
Deadbeat,
Kurtis Blow,
Model 500,
The Associates,
Absolute Body Control,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thee Headcoats,
Boogie Down Productions,
Archie Shepp,
Minny Pops,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Offenders,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mojo Men,
The Velvet Underground,
Infiniti,
Marc Almond,
The Black Dice,
Los Fastidios,
Minutemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moebius,
John Foxx,
Trumans Water,
The Fugs,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick Morgan,
Scrapy,
Moss Icon,
Interpol,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.