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 Andorra and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
the Slits,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Faraquet,
Excepter,
Masters at Work,
Don Cherry,
The United States of America,
The Real Kids,
Pulsallama,
Von Mondo,
Junior Murvin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dorothy Ashby,
June Days,
Cheater Slicks,
Cybotron,
PIL,
Crash Course in Science,
New York Dolls,
Soft Machine,
Crime,
Half Japanese,
The Saints,
Blancmange,
Bill Wells,
Leonard Cohen,
Little Man,
Vainqueur,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pantytec,
Ten City,
Adolescents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Procol Harum,
Sun City Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
the Human League,
ABC,
DJ Style,
Slick Rick,
The Names,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kas Product,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Hood,
The Mojo Men,
Amazonics,
Lakeside,
Visage,
Zero Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Brand Nubian,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Youth Brigade,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.