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 Burundi and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Black Pus to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
The Selecter,
R.M.O.,
Zapp,
Yusef Lateef,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Shadows of Knight,
Half Japanese,
Crash Course in Science,
Section 25,
Quando Quango,
Ken Boothe,
Absolute Body Control,
Delta 5,
EPMD,
The Sound,
Swans,
Colin Newman,
Reuben Wilson,
Oblivians,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Star Department,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ponytail,
Mo-Dettes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neu!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sällskapet,
Althea and Donna,
Gastr Del Sol,
Todd Rundgren,
Yellowson,
Sister Nancy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nas,
The Durutti Column,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lightning Bolt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soulsonic Force,
The Birthday Party,
Jeff Mills,
K-Klass,
Grauzone,
Lalann,
Clear Light,
World's Most,
Stockholm Monsters,
48th St. Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
D'Angelo,
Warren Ellis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Talk Talk,
Davy DMX,
The Trojans,
Adolescents,
Johnny Clarke,
Fear,
Deakin,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.