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 Philippines and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Christie,
Buzzcocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Grass Roots,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barry Ungar,
Black Sheep,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skaos,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Underground Resistance,
ABBA,
New Age Steppers,
Newcleus,
New York Dolls,
The Electric Prunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Wyatt,
the Slits,
the Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
Smog,
The Smiths,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Albert Ayler,
Morten Harket,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Move,
Carl Craig,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Germs,
The Young Rascals,
Pierre Henry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Simply Red,
Radiopuhelimet,
Schoolly D,
Ultra Naté,
Althea and Donna,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dave Gahan,
June Days,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sugar Minott,
Metal Thangz,
Technova,
The Durutti Column,
Little Man,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Half Japanese,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joyce Sims,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Invisible,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.