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 Australia and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Michelle Simonal to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bob Dylan,
The Birthday Party,
Ten City,
Roxy Music,
Archie Shepp,
The Mummies,
Con Funk Shun,
Bang On A Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
Grey Daturas,
Zero Boys,
Zapp,
Silicon Teens,
Faraquet,
The Seeds,
Loose Ends,
The Music Machine,
Brand Nubian,
Swell Maps,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Barracudas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Byrd,
Au Pairs,
These Immortal Souls,
48th St. Collective,
Can,
Graham Central Station,
The Moleskins,
X-102,
Pylon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Siglo XX,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Derrick May,
X-Ray Spex,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Dolphy,
The Motions,
Amon Düül,
Excepter,
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Masters at Work,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cramps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Smog,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Main Source,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Hood,
Yazoo,
The Busters,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.