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 Monaco and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Juan Atkins to the electroclash 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Joyce Sims,
Scan 7,
Piero Umiliani,
Surgeon,
Black Flag,
Amazonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Symarip,
The Cure,
Tommy Roe,
La Düsseldorf,
The Smoke,
Chris & Cosey,
Loose Ends,
Hashim,
The Gap Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Charles Mingus,
The American Breed,
John Foxx,
Grey Daturas,
Janne Schatter,
Bluetip,
Jawbox,
Interpol,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rapeman,
Susan Cadogan,
Kerri Chandler,
Sparks,
The Zeros,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cowsills,
Japan,
Al Stewart,
Angry Samoans,
Juan Atkins,
The Standells,
The Evens,
Mantronix,
a-ha,
Shuggie Otis,
Absolute Body Control,
Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fire Engines,
Eric Dolphy,
Fluxion,
The Gories,
Robert Wyatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agent Orange,
The Dead C,
Fat Boys,
Malaria!,
Underground Resistance,
The Misunderstood,
Scratch Acid,
Public Enemy,
Camouflage,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.