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 Angola and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Pop Group to the rock 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Eli Mardock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nils Olav,
Deadbeat,
Rekid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rapeman,
Mad Mike,
Roxy Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agent Orange,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mo-Dettes,
Vladislav Delay,
Dave Gahan,
Magazine,
The Angels of Light,
Freddie Wadling,
Erykah Badu,
Aural Exciters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barry Ungar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dave Clark Five,
48th St. Collective,
The Busters,
Wasted Youth,
Deepchord,
Royal Trux,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jacques Brel,
Chrome,
Cameo,
Pole,
John Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bad Manners,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fugs,
The Grass Roots,
Moss Icon,
Fear,
The Star Department,
Skaos,
Index,
Inner City,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Albert Ayler,
Max Romeo,
Trumans Water,
Tears for Fears,
The Victims,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slave,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.