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 Marshall Islands and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Robert Palmer 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 MDC to the electroclash 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Invisible,
Stereo Dub,
Roger Hodgson,
Donny Hathaway,
Agitation Free,
DNA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Essential Logic,
Warren Ellis,
Sam Rivers,
Fela Kuti,
Gang of Four,
Todd Terry,
The Selecter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dead Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun City Girls,
The Happenings,
Underground Resistance,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moody Blues,
Parry Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Bourne,
Marcia Griffiths,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Oblivians,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Organ,
Zapp,
The Cramps,
the Sonics,
U.S. Maple,
Mars,
Colin Newman,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Pretty Things,
New York Dolls,
Fad Gadget,
Talk Talk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABC,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Birthday Party,
The Zeros,
Lindisfarne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yaz,
the Soft Cell,
The Sonics,
L. Decosne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scientists,
The Velvet Underground,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.