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 Uzbekistan 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the jazz 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chris Corsano,
The Electric Prunes,
Carl Craig,
AZ,
The Wake,
The Music Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fugs,
Moby Grape,
Aaron Thompson,
Siglo XX,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Knickerbockers,
Sparks,
Roxy Music,
Q65,
Quando Quango,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Frankie Knuckles,
KRS-One,
DJ Style,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oneida,
L. Decosne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Au Pairs,
Visage,
Bill Near,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ossler,
Patti Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Severed Heads,
Cluster,
The Monochrome Set,
Monks,
DNA,
Pussy Galore,
The Offenders,
Dark Day,
Spoonie Gee,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Piero Umiliani,
The Associates,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neil Young,
Harry Pussy,
Sight & Sound,
Quantec,
Skriet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Christie,
Crime,
Andrew Hill,
Jeff Mills,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.