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 Philippines and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Cure to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Scan 7,
the Bar-Kays,
Infiniti,
Scott Walker,
Symarip,
Grauzone,
MDC,
Ronan,
the Normal,
Agent Orange,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Patti Smith,
Minor Threat,
Joey Negro,
Grey Daturas,
Das Ding,
Radiohead,
The Buckinghams,
Saccharine Trust,
Sandy B,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang of Four,
Royal Trux,
The Toasters,
The Barracudas,
PIL,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ludus,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul II Soul,
Motorama,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Starr,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Happenings,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Fraelich,
Funky Four + One,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Swell Maps,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Howard Jones,
T. Rex,
Television Personalities,
Black Flag,
Warren Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
Brand Nubian,
Black Bananas,
Loose Ends,
Mantronix,
The Leaves,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.