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 Hungary 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Shoche to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Carl Craig,
Godley & Creme,
Joy Division,
Porter Ricks,
Maurizio,
Warren Ellis,
the Sonics,
Moby Grape,
Blake Baxter,
The Evens,
Moebius,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Piero Umiliani,
OOIOO,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Selecter,
MDC,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dark Day,
Wally Richardson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fear,
Chris & Cosey,
Johnny Clarke,
Heaven 17,
Oblivians,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Searchers,
The Cowsills,
Silicon Teens,
Janne Schatter,
Alison Limerick,
Das Ding,
Yusef Lateef,
Kerri Chandler,
Magazine,
Quando Quango,
Saccharine Trust,
Rakim,
Rufus Thomas,
the Association,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
Average White Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Malaria!,
New York Dolls,
John Coltrane,
James White and The Blacks,
The Toasters,
New Order,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalann,
Avey Tare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Standells,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.