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 Benin and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Electric Prunes to the disco 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence 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?
Eli Mardock,
The Remains,
The Cramps,
Pantaleimon,
Joe Finger,
Smog,
Henry Cow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Sherman,
the Germs,
The Sonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
F. McDonald,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nik Kershaw,
World's Most,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Newcleus,
Motorama,
The Index,
Warsaw,
Stereo Dub,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantytec,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter & Gordon,
The Victims,
Maleditus Sound,
Pole,
Cybotron,
The Beau Brummels,
Boz Scaggs,
The Wake,
Bad Manners,
John Foxx,
Scion,
Severed Heads,
Chrome,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Evens,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fear,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spoonie Gee,
Surgeon,
The Dead C,
Black Flag,
The Fugs,
Delta 5,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yaz,
Isaac Hayes,
Prince Buster,
The Human League,
The Misunderstood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
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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.