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 Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Albert Ayler to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Dave Gahan,
Monks,
Wings,
Neu!,
the Germs,
Depeche Mode,
Interpol,
The Toasters,
Black Moon,
Visage,
Man Parrish,
Joyce Sims,
Brand Nubian,
Minutemen,
These Immortal Souls,
Nik Kershaw,
the Slits,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scott Walker,
Roxy Music,
Bill Wells,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kayak,
Animal Collective,
World's Most,
UT,
The Smiths,
Jacques Brel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Nas,
Gabor Szabo,
The United States of America,
Donny Hathaway,
Scrapy,
John Coltrane,
Malaria!,
Subhumans,
Gang Starr,
Massinfluence,
cv313,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pussy Galore,
the Association,
David McCallum,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fugs,
Wire,
Todd Rundgren,
Procol Harum,
Alison Limerick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
Oneida,
The Sound,
Robert Görl,
Babytalk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Underground Resistance,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.