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 Bahrain and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Fat Boys to the punk 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
June of 44,
Skaos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Parrish,
Hoover,
Jerry's Kids,
Wally Richardson,
The Real Kids,
Glenn Branca,
The Blackbyrds,
Sixth Finger,
Von Mondo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Kinks,
Danielle Patucci,
Groovy Waters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Womack,
Mary Jane Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Matthew Bourne,
Harmonia,
Joensuu 1685,
Hot Snakes,
Soulsonic Force,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Stooges,
The Fuzztones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Darondo,
Erasure,
Althea and Donna,
Suburban Knight,
Barbara Tucker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Slackers,
Gabor Szabo,
MDC,
David McCallum,
Minutemen,
Crash Course in Science,
Con Funk Shun,
Babytalk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fela Kuti,
Boogie Down Productions,
The New Christs,
Little Man,
Bad Manners,
Skriet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fear,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hardrive,
Shuggie Otis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Iggy Pop,
Warren Ellis,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.