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 Chad and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Eli Mardock to the rock 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Green,
Gabor Szabo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Graham Central Station,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Morten Harket,
Kayak,
Marmalade,
Thee Headcoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moebius,
Marc Almond,
Funkadelic,
Pere Ubu,
Hoover,
Iggy Pop,
Nick Fraelich,
Vladislav Delay,
48th St. Collective,
Joyce Sims,
Barry Ungar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Au Pairs,
JFA,
the Soft Cell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mars,
Bobby Sherman,
Jandek,
Rakim,
Nils Olav,
Quando Quango,
Rod Modell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Moleskins,
Cecil Taylor,
H. Thieme,
B.T. Express,
Dark Day,
Byron Stingily,
The Move,
Crash Course in Science,
The Pop Group,
Ituana,
The Angels of Light,
Henry Cow,
Junior Murvin,
The Happenings,
Dual Sessions,
Jacob Miller,
AZ,
The Barracudas,
Ice-T,
Lower 48,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Music Machine,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.