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 Mozambique and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bush Tetras to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Bad Manners,
The Neon Judgement,
June Days,
The Litter,
The Fugs,
Wally Richardson,
Dawn Penn,
Yazoo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Letta Mbulu,
Minutemen,
Ludus,
Dennis Brown,
Soul II Soul,
The Monochrome Set,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cramps,
Zapp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Victims,
Camouflage,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boredoms,
Thompson Twins,
Fatback Band,
Dave Gahan,
Chris Corsano,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric Dolphy,
Maleditus Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alphaville,
the Swans,
The Gories,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quantec,
the Slits,
In Retrospect,
K-Klass,
Drexciya,
L. Decosne,
Sight & Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Fat Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Piero Umiliani,
Country Teasers,
Shoche,
Susan Cadogan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rotary Connection,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pulsallama,
The Count Five,
Icehouse,
Stiv Bators,
Henry Cow,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.