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 Bahrain and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 The Wake to the crunk 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Yellowson,
Deepchord,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dave Gahan,
The Real Kids,
Robert Hood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aaron Thompson,
Alphaville,
Popol Vuh,
Connie Case,
The Human League,
Rites of Spring,
Fad Gadget,
Eli Mardock,
Ultra Naté,
Flipper,
Carl Craig,
The Seeds,
Radiohead,
Electric Prunes,
10cc,
Robert Görl,
Neu!,
H. Thieme,
Stereo Dub,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wally Richardson,
Danielle Patucci,
Masters at Work,
Sällskapet,
Graham Central Station,
The Black Dice,
Isaac Hayes,
Albert Ayler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mad Mike,
Liliput,
Gang of Four,
a-ha,
The Misunderstood,
The Residents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mr. Review,
Amon Düül,
Todd Terry,
Essential Logic,
Gichy Dan,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Silicon Teens,
Scratch Acid,
The Dead C,
Country Teasers,
Godley & Creme,
Kerri Chandler,
Moss Icon,
The Fire Engines,
June Days,
Wings,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.