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 Cameroon and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Cluster to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Mars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter & Gordon,
The Red Krayola,
Easy Going,
Crime,
Schoolly D,
Dual Sessions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pole,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rod Modell,
Sister Nancy,
Gang of Four,
The Dirtbombs,
Adolescents,
Popol Vuh,
Urselle,
Piero Umiliani,
Derrick May,
Boz Scaggs,
New Age Steppers,
Marc Almond,
The Buckinghams,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tommy Roe,
Aural Exciters,
Black Sheep,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cal Tjader,
Eyeless In Gaza,
June of 44,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Martian,
B.T. Express,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Foxx,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
K-Klass,
The Fortunes,
Patti Smith,
Mantronix,
Youth Brigade,
Masters at Work,
The Neon Judgement,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Flag,
The Trojans,
Laurel Aitken,
The Last Poets,
Hardrive,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Five Americans,
Sarah Menescal,
Isaac Hayes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.