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 Afghanistan and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Wolf Eyes to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roger Hodgson,
Sparks,
Blake Baxter,
The Searchers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-102,
Marcia Griffiths,
Janne Schatter,
The Barracudas,
Lakeside,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric Dolphy,
David McCallum,
Con Funk Shun,
Anthony Braxton,
Rakim,
10cc,
The Cure,
B.T. Express,
Television,
Peter and Kerry,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minny Pops,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terry Callier,
Outsiders,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dirtbombs,
Surgeon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Birthday Party,
The Gap Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Trojans,
The New Christs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lucky Dragons,
Flamin' Groovies,
R.M.O.,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scrapy,
Newcleus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brothers Johnson,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dead C,
Sight & Sound,
Slick Rick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ken Boothe,
The Monochrome Set,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minutemen,
Pulsallama,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.