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 Montenegro and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 La Düsseldorf to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Coltrane,
Eric Copeland,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
Niagra,
Jerry's Kids,
Yellowson,
Negative Approach,
L. Decosne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wings,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Bananas,
Wire,
Soft Cell,
Ten City,
ABC,
Unrelated Segments,
James White and The Blacks,
Aural Exciters,
Dual Sessions,
Qualms,
Tom Boy,
Drexciya,
Minnie Riperton,
Colin Newman,
Buzzcocks,
Joyce Sims,
The Fall,
Masters at Work,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radio Birdman,
David McCallum,
Bill Wells,
The Star Department,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pussy Galore,
Matthew Bourne,
Funkadelic,
Cheater Slicks,
B.T. Express,
CMW,
The Seeds,
Davy DMX,
Rosa Yemen,
Charles Mingus,
Faraquet,
Deepchord,
Aloha Tigers,
The Smiths,
Scion,
Camberwell Now,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sound,
The Birthday Party,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crime,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.