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 Cuba and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the disco 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cymande,
Tres Demented,
L. Decosne,
T.S.O.L.,
Ken Boothe,
Joey Negro,
Gang Gang Dance,
Reuben Wilson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wolf Eyes,
Davy DMX,
Livin' Joy,
Andrew Hill,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cybotron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Albert Ayler,
Delta 5,
Shoche,
the Swans,
Motorama,
DJ Style,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pole,
Model 500,
Robert Wyatt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
The Index,
Theoretical Girls,
Rekid,
Excepter,
Ultra Naté,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Count Five,
Main Source,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sixth Finger,
Swans,
D'Angelo,
The Star Department,
Deadbeat,
Ultravox,
Grey Daturas,
AZ,
The Raincoats,
MC5,
Blake Baxter,
Sun City Girls,
New York Dolls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mr. Review,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Vogues,
The Monks,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stereo Dub,
Tommy Roe,
Kayak,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.