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 Ghana and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 DJ Style to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Nick Fraelich,
Sparks,
Banda Bassotti,
The Slits,
Roxy Music,
K-Klass,
Bill Near,
Qualms,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fugs,
Jeff Mills,
Dead Boys,
The Raincoats,
Franke,
Letta Mbulu,
Silicon Teens,
Lungfish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The New Christs,
In Retrospect,
Malaria!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Subhumans,
Barrington Levy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
MDC,
The Fire Engines,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Henry Cow,
kango's stein massive,
Depeche Mode,
Kenny Larkin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radio Birdman,
Nas,
Deakin,
Ultra Naté,
Eli Mardock,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zapp,
Don Cherry,
Lindisfarne,
Whodini,
Model 500,
Animal Collective,
Ossler,
Colin Newman,
Pere Ubu,
Leonard Cohen,
Au Pairs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Television Personalities,
Drive Like Jehu,
CMW,
Newcleus,
Deepchord,
The Move,
Chrome,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.