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 Fiji and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cabaret Voltaire 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Eli Mardock,
Pussy Galore,
Cymande,
Whodini,
Livin' Joy,
David Axelrod,
Wings,
Wolf Eyes,
Freddie Wadling,
Underground Resistance,
Deakin,
Mantronix,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Coltrane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris & Cosey,
Lungfish,
T.S.O.L.,
Zapp,
The Knickerbockers,
Stiv Bators,
Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Birthday Party,
Lindisfarne,
Panda Bear,
Drexciya,
Eddi Front,
Cal Tjader,
The Count Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brass Construction,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxette,
Fugazi,
Swans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Iggy Pop,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Sheep,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Raincoats,
Mad Mike,
The Saints,
The Detroit Cobras,
Al Stewart,
Lucky Dragons,
Subhumans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ronan,
Deadbeat,
Scientists,
Yaz,
Slave,
Icehouse,
Pantytec,
a-ha,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.