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 Bhutan and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Black Flag,
Simply Red,
Nils Olav,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slackers,
John Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Subhumans,
Jandek,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smiths,
Heaven 17,
Audionom,
H. Thieme,
Circle Jerks,
Mission of Burma,
Archie Shepp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funkadelic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Max Romeo,
Kool Moe Dee,
FM Einheit,
Bill Wells,
The Count Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Kinks,
The Saints,
Moss Icon,
Easy Going,
The Monochrome Set,
Yaz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delta 5,
Hasil Adkins,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Birthday Party,
Patti Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Shoche,
R.M.O.,
The Blues Magoos,
Franke,
Erykah Badu,
Ornette Coleman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hot Snakes,
Wire,
China Crisis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Slits,
Technova,
UT,
The Blackbyrds,
Basic Channel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fluxion,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.