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 San Marino and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Underground Resistance to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Slackers,
Nico,
Ice-T,
Wasted Youth,
Skriet,
Brothers Johnson,
Bauhaus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cowsills,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Hood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scientists,
Crash Course in Science,
Monolake,
Danielle Patucci,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kerri Chandler,
Charles Mingus,
Black Pus,
Jacob Miller,
Hoover,
Joe Finger,
Rekid,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stetsasonic,
Pole,
Crime,
Robert Görl,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smiths,
Pantytec,
Lucky Dragons,
Spandau Ballet,
Nirvana,
The Dead C,
Panda Bear,
Moebius,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neu!,
Bang On A Can,
U.S. Maple,
Gong,
The Evens,
Whodini,
Roxette,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Neil Young,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Vogues,
The Electric Prunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Agitation Free,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brick,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.