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 Lithuania and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Gabor Szabo,
Patti Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Seeds,
10cc,
Roxy Music,
Subhumans,
R.M.O.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
Amazonics,
David Axelrod,
Faust,
The Cowsills,
Aswad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blake Baxter,
The Gun Club,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeff Lynne,
Derrick Morgan,
Tomorrow,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Motions,
Magma,
Joensuu 1685,
the Association,
New Order,
June Days,
Eve St. Jones,
Ornette Coleman,
The Young Rascals,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scratch Acid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Byrd,
Visage,
The Associates,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vainqueur,
Severed Heads,
Bush Tetras,
Dennis Brown,
Maurizio,
Aural Exciters,
Brick,
Janne Schatter,
Technova,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Make Up,
Sex Pistols,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pierre Henry,
Sun Ra,
CMW,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.