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 Uganda 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 This Heat to the techno 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minutemen,
Camouflage,
The Zeros,
Crooked Eye,
X-Ray Spex,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Young Marble Giants,
Marc Almond,
Donald Byrd,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nils Olav,
Marvin Gaye,
Scan 7,
DJ Style,
Anakelly,
One Last Wish,
The Fire Engines,
The Martian,
Freddie Wadling,
Alice Coltrane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maurizio,
Desert Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Eve St. Jones,
Wasted Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Dual Sessions,
Agent Orange,
The Shadows of Knight,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New York Dolls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed,
PIL,
Pussy Galore,
Chris & Cosey,
Pierre Henry,
Maleditus Sound,
Rod Modell,
Eddi Front,
Deadbeat,
Rekid,
Agitation Free,
Black Flag,
Girls At Our Best!,
Derrick May,
Banda Bassotti,
Idris Muhammad,
the Slits,
Terry Callier,
John Foxx,
Dead Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Spandau Ballet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sam Rivers,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.