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 Guatemala and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Basic Channel to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Intrusion,
The Alarm Clocks,
DNA,
The Move,
The Blues Magoos,
Japan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
Eli Mardock,
Livin' Joy,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Human League,
Mark Hollis,
Alton Ellis,
Jandek,
Pet Shop Boys,
MC5,
Moby Grape,
Das Ding,
Yusef Lateef,
The Beau Brummels,
Half Japanese,
Jacques Brel,
Rites of Spring,
Crooked Eye,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Sonics,
Eurythmics,
Gong,
The Associates,
48th St. Collective,
The Pretty Things,
Talk Talk,
Gang Green,
Boredoms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Monolake,
D'Angelo,
Guru Guru,
Freddie Wadling,
Angry Samoans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed,
Rosa Yemen,
Parry Music,
The Moody Blues,
The Raincoats,
H. Thieme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ohio Players,
Brothers Johnson,
Tomorrow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Khruangbin,
Erasure,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.