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 South Sudan and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Nick Fraelich to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Fat Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
New York Dolls,
The Neon Judgement,
John Cale,
Intrusion,
Erasure,
Mandrill,
The Dead C,
The Grass Roots,
Altered Images,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tears for Fears,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Monolake,
Black Bananas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sexual Harrassment,
R.M.O.,
AZ,
Vainqueur,
Dual Sessions,
Sight & Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Eden Ahbez,
Glenn Branca,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Prince Buster,
Mars,
Cal Tjader,
Stetsasonic,
The Mummies,
Unwound,
Wasted Youth,
Boredoms,
Charles Mingus,
Bauhaus,
Don Cherry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Byron Stingily,
Mr. Review,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Rundgren,
K-Klass,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fire Engines,
Peter and Kerry,
Sugar Minott,
Pylon,
Slick Rick,
The Evens,
The Seeds,
Yazoo,
Derrick May,
Toni Rubio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Foxx,
This Heat,
Fluxion,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.