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 Morocco and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Hashim to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skriet,
MC5,
Audionom,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Womack,
The American Breed,
Barclay James Harvest,
Easy Going,
Slick Rick,
The Cramps,
E-Dancer,
Black Flag,
JFA,
UT,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roxy Music,
Rites of Spring,
the Human League,
Nils Olav,
Sex Pistols,
Ituana,
the Slits,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neu!,
A Certain Ratio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aural Exciters,
Pantytec,
Icehouse,
Girls At Our Best!,
Section 25,
The Real Kids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Vogues,
Derrick May,
Josef K,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Outsiders,
Yazoo,
Pierre Henry,
The Durutti Column,
Freddie Wadling,
Electric Prunes,
David McCallum,
Jacob Miller,
Tomorrow,
Moebius,
Duran Duran,
Henry Cow,
Subhumans,
Lyres,
Andrew Hill,
The Pretty Things,
Eric B and Rakim,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Victims,
Stereo Dub,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.