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 Czech Republic and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
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 marimba 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 Mission of Burma to the punk 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Von Mondo,
This Heat,
Rufus Thomas,
Underground Resistance,
Sight & Sound,
Skriet,
Lightning Bolt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wolf Eyes,
Howard Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Christie,
The Five Americans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Icehouse,
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker,
Camberwell Now,
The Moody Blues,
Curtis Mayfield,
Groovy Waters,
Stereo Dub,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swell Maps,
Terrestrial Tones,
Massinfluence,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Faust,
DNA,
The New Christs,
Shuggie Otis,
Arab on Radar,
Amon Düül,
Pere Ubu,
Section 25,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warren Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
H. Thieme,
Alphaville,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gories,
Crash Course in Science,
Deakin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Y Pants,
Kayak,
Barbara Tucker,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Joensuu 1685,
Interpol,
Radio Birdman,
The Blackbyrds,
Fela Kuti,
In Retrospect,
Rapeman,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.