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 New Zealand and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Juan Atkins to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Man Parrish,
Robert Görl,
Drive Like Jehu,
Severed Heads,
Underground Resistance,
Minnie Riperton,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Christie,
Black Flag,
Ultra Naté,
Monolake,
Mo-Dettes,
Sister Nancy,
The Kinks,
Model 500,
the Normal,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cowsills,
Vladislav Delay,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Outsiders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sam Rivers,
Little Man,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unwound,
Eve St. Jones,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Star Department,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tres Demented,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marvin Gaye,
Symarip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Prince Buster,
Moebius,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rapeman,
Maurizio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fear,
Sexual Harrassment,
These Immortal Souls,
Gong,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grauzone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Darondo,
kango's stein massive,
Black Sheep,
Alice Coltrane,
Alton Ellis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.