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 Moldova and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Sun City Girls to the crunk 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Delta 5,
The Shadows of Knight,
The American Breed,
Albert Ayler,
PIL,
Pylon,
Fear,
Fluxion,
Charles Mingus,
Scientists,
Negative Approach,
Aural Exciters,
Jacques Brel,
Alton Ellis,
Piero Umiliani,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra,
The Doors,
FM Einheit,
Robert Wyatt,
Model 500,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Green,
Roger Hodgson,
Skaos,
Ronnie Foster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultra Naté,
Max Romeo,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Sonics,
The Zeros,
Roxette,
Quando Quango,
Sound Behaviour,
Eden Ahbez,
The Black Dice,
Mission of Burma,
Marmalade,
Eddi Front,
Ultravox,
Joey Negro,
Aloha Tigers,
Radio Birdman,
CMW,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boredoms,
DJ Sneak,
Qualms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare,
Newcleus,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Womack,
Crash Course in Science,
Jerry's Kids,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.