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 Korea North 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Wolf Eyes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Television Personalities,
U.S. Maple,
B.T. Express,
Marvin Gaye,
Scion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
AZ,
Robert Görl,
kango's stein massive,
Morten Harket,
Shuggie Otis,
Don Cherry,
The Skatalites,
The Tremeloes,
the Soft Cell,
Rites of Spring,
Deadbeat,
Grey Daturas,
Wire,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Infiniti,
Sam Rivers,
The Gories,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Letta Mbulu,
Lyres,
The Monks,
Fluxion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Unwound,
Accadde A,
Eurythmics,
Godley & Creme,
Tubeway Army,
Jeff Lynne,
Sarah Menescal,
Gabor Szabo,
Supertramp,
Joe Finger,
Can,
Jandek,
Stiv Bators,
Soft Machine,
Severed Heads,
Pulsallama,
Cecil Taylor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fugs,
Magma,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Misunderstood,
DJ Style,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Bowie,
In Retrospect,
Tommy Roe,
DJ Sneak,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.