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 Portugal and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 OOIOO to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Blake Baxter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New Order,
The Blues Magoos,
Joy Division,
Easy Going,
The Trojans,
The Moody Blues,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Monks,
Unrelated Segments,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy Collins,
June Days,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harmonia,
Eric Copeland,
Main Source,
The Moleskins,
Audionom,
The Saints,
Bill Near,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Skatalites,
the Germs,
The Star Department,
Archie Shepp,
Charles Mingus,
Glenn Branca,
Nick Fraelich,
Althea and Donna,
Section 25,
Howard Jones,
The Evens,
Lakeside,
Japan,
Alice Coltrane,
Rosa Yemen,
X-101,
Juan Atkins,
KRS-One,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jandek,
Pagans,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gladiators,
Slick Rick,
Radio Birdman,
Ken Boothe,
Sällskapet,
Jawbox,
Kenny Larkin,
This Heat,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.