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 Libya and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Nick Fraelich to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Pierre Henry,
The Moleskins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dirtbombs,
Cybotron,
Section 25,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Vogues,
The Real Kids,
Make Up,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thee Headcoats,
One Last Wish,
Lalann,
Mark Hollis,
Soulsonic Force,
the Germs,
Chris & Cosey,
Harmonia,
Barrington Levy,
ABC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barbara Tucker,
The Doors,
Roxette,
Matthew Bourne,
Erasure,
EPMD,
Tubeway Army,
Interpol,
Todd Rundgren,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Görl,
Al Stewart,
Newcleus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deakin,
Gabor Szabo,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amon Düül II,
Lebanon Hanover,
Byron Stingily,
Bizarre Inc.,
The J.B.'s,
Q65,
U.S. Maple,
The Gladiators,
The Slits,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fatback Band,
Blossom Toes,
Patti Smith,
Essential Logic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.