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 Mexico and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Y Pants to the disco 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Second Layer,
June of 44,
Suicide,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Lydon,
Saccharine Trust,
Boredoms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sugar Minott,
Fad Gadget,
Basic Channel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Slick Rick,
Sarah Menescal,
F. McDonald,
Trumans Water,
Malaria!,
New Age Steppers,
Joe Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter & Gordon,
EPMD,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arcadia,
Moebius,
Ken Boothe,
Whodini,
Freddie Wadling,
James White and The Blacks,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Seeds,
Slave,
Quantec,
Sun Ra,
David McCallum,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pierre Henry,
Blossom Toes,
Neu!,
the Swans,
Mandrill,
Sixth Finger,
Erykah Badu,
Vainqueur,
Young Marble Giants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pole,
Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
Fear,
A Certain Ratio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dirtbombs,
Bang On A Can,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.