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 Swaziland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the funk 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
John Foxx,
David McCallum,
Traffic Nightmare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barbara Tucker,
Pussy Galore,
Oblivians,
Skaos,
The Smoke,
Ludus,
Y Pants,
Brick,
Model 500,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Accadde A,
Smog,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Mills,
John Cale,
Eve St. Jones,
UT,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Searchers,
Brass Construction,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Stooges,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Saints,
Erykah Badu,
Stiv Bators,
the Normal,
The Human League,
Gong,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Average White Band,
Mandrill,
Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fall,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun Ra,
Lakeside,
Shoche,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
EPMD,
Darondo,
Kayak,
The American Breed,
Thompson Twins,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.