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 Cameroon and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aural Exciters 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Byron Stingily,
Index,
Lou Christie,
Ronnie Foster,
Roxy Music,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
Mantronix,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Techniques,
Panda Bear,
The Gladiators,
Cymande,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
Lakeside,
Arcadia,
The Moleskins,
Bang On A Can,
Moebius,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gories,
ABBA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joey Negro,
The Monks,
Hoover,
Amon Düül,
The Tremeloes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jacob Miller,
OOIOO,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker,
The Red Krayola,
Scientists,
Nik Kershaw,
Dead Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nico,
Carl Craig,
Reuben Wilson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
One Last Wish,
Infiniti,
FM Einheit,
Iggy Pop,
the Swans,
Bobby Womack,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Public Image Ltd.,
Traffic Nightmare,
The J.B.'s,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ponytail,
Radiopuhelimet,
David Bowie,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.