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 Antigua and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Wolf Eyes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Schoolly D,
Magazine,
Adolescents,
Depeche Mode,
The Busters,
The Walker Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Juan Atkins,
Hardrive,
Loose Ends,
The Toasters,
Robert Hood,
Pole,
Marmalade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dawn Penn,
FM Einheit,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rotary Connection,
Liliput,
the Swans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Main Source,
Henry Cow,
Cecil Taylor,
the Slits,
the Bar-Kays,
Patti Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minny Pops,
John Coltrane,
Rakim,
X-101,
The New Christs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bang On A Can,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Carl Craig,
Grandmaster Flash,
Simply Red,
Echospace,
The Fuzztones,
Kas Product,
OOIOO,
Gang Starr,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Green,
Toni Rubio,
Newcleus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Negative Approach,
The Young Rascals,
Roxy Music,
Excepter,
Idris Muhammad,
Moby Grape,
KRS-One,
Sun Ra,
Roy Ayers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
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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.