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 Equatorial Guinea and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Warsaw to the dance 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Oblivians,
Au Pairs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kerri Chandler,
Jacob Miller,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Piero Umiliani,
Slick Rick,
Deakin,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Selecter,
Radio Birdman,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blackbyrds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
Tom Boy,
Electric Prunes,
Fugazi,
Can,
Nas,
Chris & Cosey,
Wally Richardson,
Thee Headcoats,
Metal Thangz,
Fatback Band,
This Heat,
Donald Byrd,
Nirvana,
The Fire Engines,
Liliput,
Unwound,
Don Cherry,
ABC,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tim Buckley,
Yazoo,
The Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Deepchord,
Rod Modell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young,
Ituana,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Searchers,
Supertramp,
Model 500,
the Germs,
Aswad,
China Crisis,
La Düsseldorf,
Icehouse,
Marshall Jefferson,
Swans,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.