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 Saudi Arabia and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
the Slits,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Green,
Mo-Dettes,
The Count Five,
Silicon Teens,
Y Pants,
The Gun Club,
Q65,
Alison Limerick,
Underground Resistance,
Parry Music,
Max Romeo,
Colin Newman,
The Blues Magoos,
Suburban Knight,
Glenn Branca,
Desert Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
Animal Collective,
Wire,
Amazonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skaos,
Gong,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The J.B.'s,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barbara Tucker,
Angry Samoans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Niagra,
The Searchers,
Boz Scaggs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bad Manners,
Excepter,
The Gladiators,
Nils Olav,
Sarah Menescal,
Moebius,
Boogie Down Productions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Accadde A,
The Wake,
The Vogues,
AZ,
Ten City,
Rod Modell,
The Five Americans,
Davy DMX,
Michelle Simonal,
The Seeds,
The Pretty Things,
The New Christs,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.