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 Paraguay and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Kool Moe Dee to the funk 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The Walker Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Parrish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Duran Duran,
Chris Corsano,
Iggy Pop,
Davy DMX,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Doors,
Man Eating Sloth,
Icehouse,
Circle Jerks,
Morten Harket,
Rod Modell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Smoke,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soft Cell,
The Vogues,
Lakeside,
Television,
Sixth Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camouflage,
Maurizio,
UT,
Deadbeat,
Franke,
Severed Heads,
The Fire Engines,
The Music Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Gichy Dan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Charles Mingus,
Blancmange,
Qualms,
The Misunderstood,
Roy Ayers,
Cybotron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pussy Galore,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harmonia,
The Victims,
Nirvana,
Simply Red,
Yusef Lateef,
Outsiders,
Infiniti,
Big Daddy Kane,
Godley & Creme,
The Human League,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.