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 Gambia and from Bologna.
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 Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Kaleidoscope,
Rapeman,
New Order,
Oneida,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zero Boys,
Jandek,
Ultravox,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang of Four,
Bill Wells,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gong,
Fatback Band,
Wire,
MDC,
Trumans Water,
Skaos,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Wyatt,
the Normal,
The Move,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Smoke,
The Durutti Column,
Patti Smith,
Lakeside,
Ronnie Foster,
Todd Terry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Byrd,
Cluster,
Tom Boy,
Circle Jerks,
Motorama,
Symarip,
Soulsonic Force,
Minutemen,
The Misunderstood,
Sandy B,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Byron Stingily,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Agent Orange,
Nico,
Pole,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Pretty Things,
Scion,
Alton Ellis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
La Düsseldorf,
The Modern Lovers,
Scott Walker,
The Invisible,
The Walker Brothers,
the Sonics,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.