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 Iceland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Lynne,
Spandau Ballet,
Barclay James Harvest,
DJ Style,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Clear Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
Warsaw,
Tres Demented,
FM Einheit,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Mills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Public Enemy,
Echospace,
Scratch Acid,
Banda Bassotti,
Tom Boy,
Ronan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eve St. Jones,
The Kinks,
Essential Logic,
La Düsseldorf,
Kayak,
Blake Baxter,
Unrelated Segments,
Japan,
Lungfish,
Matthew Bourne,
The Angels of Light,
Underground Resistance,
The Doobie Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ornette Coleman,
Derrick Morgan,
the Association,
Cybotron,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlback,
Section 25,
The Monochrome Set,
The American Breed,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Pus,
Bob Dylan,
Mandrill,
Minutemen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Shoche,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bill Wells,
Porter Ricks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.