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 Yemen 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 James White and The Blacks to the rap 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bang On A Can,
Radio Birdman,
The Busters,
Dead Boys,
The Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
AZ,
Wire,
Maleditus Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantytec,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Red Krayola,
Darondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Easy Going,
The Modern Lovers,
Skaos,
The Divine Comedy,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Drexciya,
Scientists,
Model 500,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Negative Approach,
Angry Samoans,
Scott Walker,
Mad Mike,
Whodini,
Lucky Dragons,
Funky Four + One,
Mandrill,
Faraquet,
Aural Exciters,
James White and The Blacks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kenny Larkin,
10cc,
John Coltrane,
Delta 5,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jeff Mills,
Cluster,
Minny Pops,
Godley & Creme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lower 48,
The Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jawbox,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
CMW,
Hoover,
MDC,
Quadrant,
Lindisfarne,
Swans,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.