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 Argentina and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Rotary Connection to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Last Poets,
The Skatalites,
The Cure,
Loose Ends,
Todd Rundgren,
David Axelrod,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Basic Channel,
the Soft Cell,
Visage,
Trumans Water,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Electric Prunes,
Warsaw,
James White and The Blacks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Faust,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ten City,
Davy DMX,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mark Hollis,
Wally Richardson,
The Monochrome Set,
The Remains,
Sarah Menescal,
Roger Hodgson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DJ Sneak,
Mandrill,
Prince Buster,
Crooked Eye,
Reuben Wilson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fall,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Derrick Morgan,
Clear Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Audionom,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ken Boothe,
Second Layer,
The Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yusef Lateef,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gories,
The Barracudas,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.