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 Bulgaria and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 X-Ray Spex to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
The Mummies,
Derrick Morgan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Seeds,
Howard Jones,
Shoche,
Grauzone,
Thompson Twins,
The Gun Club,
Bush Tetras,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stetsasonic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Little Man,
Boredoms,
Dennis Brown,
the Slits,
Audionom,
Magazine,
Freddie Wadling,
Rakim,
Alphaville,
10cc,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Prunes,
Circle Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
The Gories,
Stereo Dub,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pole,
Country Teasers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yaz,
The Birthday Party,
Rekid,
Bauhaus,
Brick,
Cecil Taylor,
Nils Olav,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yazoo,
The Barracudas,
Section 25,
Delta 5,
Wings,
Gerry Rafferty,
Michelle Simonal,
Lindisfarne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sex Pistols,
The Leaves,
Underground Resistance,
The Names,
Camouflage,
Von Mondo,
Archie Shepp,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.