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 Austria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sixth Finger to the crunk 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Youth Brigade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Liliput,
Porter Ricks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arthur Verocai,
Barbara Tucker,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ken Boothe,
Urselle,
Absolute Body Control,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thompson Twins,
Henry Cow,
The Gories,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Duran Duran,
X-Ray Spex,
David Bowie,
Clear Light,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Wells,
Intrusion,
D'Angelo,
Jeff Lynne,
Loose Ends,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Searchers,
Albert Ayler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
James White and The Blacks,
The Offenders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Charles Mingus,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Knickerbockers,
Shoche,
Mantronix,
MC5,
Erykah Badu,
The Litter,
Pussy Galore,
Underground Resistance,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scratch Acid,
Vainqueur,
The Dirtbombs,
Lindisfarne,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Busters,
The Moleskins,
World's Most,
Idris Muhammad,
Ralphi Rosario,
June of 44,
Cheater Slicks,
Chrome,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.