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 Zimbabwe and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 China Crisis to the jazz 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cramps,
Mad Mike,
Fluxion,
The Smiths,
Grauzone,
Bush Tetras,
Godley & Creme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marvin Gaye,
Intrusion,
Suburban Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sound,
Black Sheep,
Magazine,
Country Teasers,
Peter and Kerry,
Charles Mingus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kerrie Biddell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Prunes,
The Pop Group,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun Ra,
Brand Nubian,
Japan,
Yazoo,
Make Up,
Robert Wyatt,
The Birthday Party,
Sonic Youth,
Das Ding,
The Saints,
Thompson Twins,
Crime,
B.T. Express,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
T. Rex,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dave Gahan,
Masters at Work,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Five Americans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rufus Thomas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Accadde A,
Joe Smooth,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fire Engines,
Oneida,
Danielle Patucci,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Hood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Green,
Shuggie Otis,
Eddi Front,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.