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 Tonga and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Mojo Men to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '90s.
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 Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
The Seeds,
Tres Demented,
Jeff Mills,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aswad,
Harmonia,
the Human League,
Fugazi,
The Zeros,
Underground Resistance,
Siglo XX,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Victims,
Flamin' Groovies,
One Last Wish,
Arthur Verocai,
Neil Young,
Organ,
Quando Quango,
Ohio Players,
Skarface,
Can,
The Modern Lovers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rotary Connection,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
ABBA,
Lou Christie,
The Searchers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joe Smooth,
Intrusion,
Goldenarms,
Massinfluence,
Porter Ricks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sam Rivers,
Whodini,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Funkadelic,
Robert Görl,
Groovy Waters,
The Fuzztones,
Tomorrow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Funky Four + One,
Essential Logic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Camouflage,
Kaleidoscope,
Cabaret Voltaire,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Piero Umiliani,
Ten City,
Saccharine Trust,
Curtis Mayfield,
Livin' Joy,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.