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 Samoa and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Derrick Morgan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Glenn Branca,
Yazoo,
James White and The Blacks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chris & Cosey,
New Age Steppers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
FM Einheit,
Oneida,
La Düsseldorf,
Motorama,
Popol Vuh,
Mantronix,
Livin' Joy,
Scott Walker,
Parry Music,
This Heat,
Panda Bear,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Inner City,
Matthew Bourne,
Gichy Dan,
Con Funk Shun,
World's Most,
John Cale,
Kas Product,
Loose Ends,
Brick,
Reagan Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
Young Marble Giants,
The Buckinghams,
The Divine Comedy,
The Seeds,
Scion,
Pagans,
Camouflage,
Reuben Wilson,
The Young Rascals,
Warsaw,
T. Rex,
Rapeman,
Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Raincoats,
Magazine,
Khruangbin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Byrd,
Ice-T,
The Last Poets,
Black Pus,
Make Up,
The Searchers,
These Immortal Souls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.