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 Argentina 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Pere Ubu,
Scratch Acid,
Sonny Sharrock,
Janne Schatter,
The Sonics,
the Slits,
Drexciya,
Matthew Bourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Neon Judgement,
Wasted Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Slackers,
Buzzcocks,
a-ha,
Black Pus,
Bootsy Collins,
Nick Fraelich,
Bush Tetras,
Charles Mingus,
The Cowsills,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kenny Larkin,
John Coltrane,
Main Source,
The Fortunes,
Warsaw,
Harmonia,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül,
The Gladiators,
Al Stewart,
Frankie Knuckles,
James White and The Blacks,
Prince Buster,
Smog,
Johnny Clarke,
The Human League,
The Litter,
Steve Hackett,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Saints,
Gang Starr,
The Mojo Men,
The Last Poets,
Quando Quango,
Soft Cell,
The Smoke,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
PIL,
The Smiths,
The Leaves,
The Monks,
Tres Demented,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jandek,
Yazoo,
the Normal,
Eurythmics,
Alison Limerick,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.