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 Lithuania and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
The Beau Brummels,
The Smoke,
Cal Tjader,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wings,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Hood,
Bootsy Collins,
Joyce Sims,
The Litter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fad Gadget,
The Barracudas,
The Mummies,
Joensuu 1685,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Vogues,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chris & Cosey,
Gabor Szabo,
Oneida,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bauhaus,
Henry Cow,
DNA,
L. Decosne,
Crash Course in Science,
The Velvet Underground,
Model 500,
Fela Kuti,
La Düsseldorf,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Görl,
Byron Stingily,
The Happenings,
ABBA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Electric Prunes,
Arcadia,
Ronan,
Urselle,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül II,
Chrome,
Funkadelic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flash Fearless,
Sound Behaviour,
Don Cherry,
KRS-One,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
The Gun Club,
Susan Cadogan,
This Heat,
Surgeon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Bar-Kays,
Idris Muhammad,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.