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 China and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
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 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the grime 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
F. McDonald,
Grey Daturas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Angels of Light,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dead C,
Crooked Eye,
Donny Hathaway,
The Shadows of Knight,
D'Angelo,
The Mummies,
Blake Baxter,
Letta Mbulu,
Niagra,
The Grass Roots,
Index,
Agitation Free,
L. Decosne,
The Dirtbombs,
The Residents,
Vladislav Delay,
Skaos,
cv313,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rites of Spring,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Don Cherry,
Black Moon,
10cc,
Livin' Joy,
Parry Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Television,
Country Teasers,
Zero Boys,
Lower 48,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radio Birdman,
The Barracudas,
Todd Terry,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cramps,
Easy Going,
The Move,
The Smoke,
Clear Light,
The Gun Club,
The American Breed,
Buzzcocks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scrapy,
The Stooges,
Mo-Dettes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Charles Mingus,
Main Source,
The Walker Brothers,
Amazonics,
Japan,
Simply Red,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.