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 Belgium and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Lou Reed 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 Tom Boy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ossler,
Oneida,
Erasure,
The Moleskins,
James White and The Blacks,
Brick,
Suburban Knight,
Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
Alton Ellis,
The Remains,
Yazoo,
EPMD,
Moby Grape,
Connie Case,
Sonic Youth,
Mandrill,
Gastr Del Sol,
Davy DMX,
Swell Maps,
Simply Red,
Sandy B,
Laurel Aitken,
Warren Ellis,
Essential Logic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Silicon Teens,
Spoonie Gee,
Can,
Pharoah Sanders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Anthony Braxton,
Thompson Twins,
Circle Jerks,
B.T. Express,
OOIOO,
The Blues Magoos,
Quadrant,
The Victims,
Cameo,
LL Cool J,
Animal Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Duran Duran,
Rotary Connection,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Y Pants,
Kerri Chandler,
Hasil Adkins,
Angry Samoans,
Bluetip,
The Angels of Light,
Sex Pistols,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Darondo,
Agent Orange,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blake Baxter,
The Pretty Things,
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.