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 China and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lyres to the crunk 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Black Pus,
Newcleus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gories,
The Zeros,
DNA,
Amon Düül II,
Cluster,
The Cowsills,
DJ Sneak,
The Associates,
Sun City Girls,
Stereo Dub,
The Fugs,
The Move,
Fela Kuti,
Barbara Tucker,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
EPMD,
Bobby Sherman,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Swans,
The Sonics,
The Modern Lovers,
The Red Krayola,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grey Daturas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eurythmics,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Althea and Donna,
Tres Demented,
Skarface,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Clarke,
Alison Limerick,
Model 500,
Lower 48,
Arthur Verocai,
Pole,
Todd Terry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Gang Dance,
Swans,
Subhumans,
The Human League,
H. Thieme,
Brand Nubian,
L. Decosne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eve St. Jones,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Womack,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultra Naté,
The Skatalites,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.