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 Peru and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Altered Images,
James White and The Blacks,
Brass Construction,
Moby Grape,
The Birthday Party,
Surgeon,
The Fortunes,
Agent Orange,
The Pop Group,
Matthew Bourne,
Procol Harum,
The Happenings,
Average White Band,
Audionom,
Flash Fearless,
The American Breed,
Joe Finger,
This Heat,
Eve St. Jones,
Half Japanese,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Almond,
The Smiths,
The Toasters,
Desert Stars,
Heaven 17,
Patti Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Bob Dylan,
Quando Quango,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Adolescents,
Robert Hood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Essential Logic,
Minnie Riperton,
Panda Bear,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mojo Men,
Hoover,
The Modern Lovers,
A Certain Ratio,
Joensuu 1685,
Von Mondo,
Ten City,
The Grass Roots,
Lower 48,
Rotary Connection,
CMW,
The Martian,
China Crisis,
Marvin Gaye,
Dave Gahan,
Josef K,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amon Düül II,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.