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 Qatar and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Lyres to the punk 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Ohio Players,
Jesper Dahlback,
Animal Collective,
Model 500,
The Pop Group,
Unwound,
Neil Young,
Fear,
Eden Ahbez,
Mandrill,
Los Fastidios,
Stetsasonic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Anthony Braxton,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pantaleimon,
Blancmange,
Mad Mike,
Radiohead,
The Gories,
Rakim,
Hardrive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deadbeat,
Stiv Bators,
Marshall Jefferson,
Warsaw,
Slave,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ornette Coleman,
Interpol,
Technova,
Bluetip,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fela Kuti,
Chris Corsano,
Icehouse,
Mary Jane Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Ice-T,
The United States of America,
Danielle Patucci,
Alphaville,
Man Parrish,
The Techniques,
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suburban Knight,
Lakeside,
The Martian,
Zero Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Kas Product,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Con Funk Shun,
The Tremeloes,
The Knickerbockers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.