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 Angola and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Kas Product to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
The Move,
John Cale,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yellowson,
Toni Rubio,
Cameo,
Gang Gang Dance,
MDC,
Joyce Sims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Deadbeat,
Circle Jerks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arthur Verocai,
Godley & Creme,
Au Pairs,
Quadrant,
Brick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warsaw,
Eli Mardock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mojo Men,
Reuben Wilson,
Soft Cell,
Arcadia,
Cal Tjader,
U.S. Maple,
Clear Light,
Duran Duran,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fear,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cecil Taylor,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kayak,
The Associates,
Quantec,
Bobby Womack,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lakeside,
Masters at Work,
the Germs,
Pantytec,
Donny Hathaway,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shoche,
The Victims,
Monks,
OOIOO,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slits,
Dead Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Tomorrow,
Ronan,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.