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 Finland and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 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 Scott Walker to the grunge 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Rufus Thomas,
Aaron Thompson,
Television,
Groovy Waters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
Joy Division,
Eden Ahbez,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Khruangbin,
Laurel Aitken,
Stockholm Monsters,
U.S. Maple,
Eric Copeland,
The Techniques,
Yusef Lateef,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blackbyrds,
Radiohead,
Cybotron,
Chris & Cosey,
Dual Sessions,
OOIOO,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kas Product,
DNA,
The Saints,
Rod Modell,
Television Personalities,
Archie Shepp,
Thee Headcoats,
Pulsallama,
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Cell,
Cecil Taylor,
June of 44,
Radio Birdman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Womack,
Todd Terry,
Bill Near,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Trumans Water,
Maurizio,
Make Up,
Flash Fearless,
X-Ray Spex,
Boredoms,
Anakelly,
The Raincoats,
The Music Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Sherman,
Ronan,
Surgeon,
Carl Craig,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spoonie Gee,
Blossom Toes,
Bill Wells,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.