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 Australia and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Gerry Rafferty to the grunge 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
R.M.O.,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pagans,
Reagan Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Juan Atkins,
Grey Daturas,
The Barracudas,
Janne Schatter,
The Gun Club,
Black Bananas,
Roxy Music,
Morten Harket,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Schoolly D,
Blancmange,
Organ,
Josef K,
World's Most,
Isaac Hayes,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neu!,
the Germs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
The Fortunes,
Man Parrish,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rekid,
The Grass Roots,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Spoonie Gee,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Wells,
DJ Style,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Delta 5,
Idris Muhammad,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chrome,
Ronan,
The Smiths,
Franke,
Echospace,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Smooth,
The Beau Brummels,
PIL,
Intrusion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Donny Hathaway,
The Litter,
The Toasters,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.