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 Namibia and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 a-ha to the techno 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
The Mojo Men,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Selecter,
Cluster,
Depeche Mode,
The J.B.'s,
Urselle,
Glambeats Corp.,
Glenn Branca,
Pharoah Sanders,
Morten Harket,
Amon Düül,
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Schoolly D,
DJ Style,
8 Eyed Spy,
Young Marble Giants,
Visage,
Babytalk,
Jandek,
LL Cool J,
Boredoms,
Audionom,
The Gories,
Joy Division,
The Gun Club,
the Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Pus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
The Toasters,
Grey Daturas,
The Happenings,
Gang Gang Dance,
Colin Newman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Christie,
a-ha,
DNA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-101,
Gastr Del Sol,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stereo Dub,
The Index,
Radio Birdman,
Oblivians,
Severed Heads,
The Tremeloes,
Jacob Miller,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.