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 Haiti and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 Cecil Taylor to the electroclash 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aaron Thompson,
Spandau Ballet,
These Immortal Souls,
The Kinks,
Joy Division,
John Holt,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sandy B,
Qualms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pantaleimon,
Donny Hathaway,
Wire,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Last Poets,
Lee Hazlewood,
Masters at Work,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Bourne,
The Selecter,
Essential Logic,
Cybotron,
Jacques Brel,
The Raincoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camouflage,
the Human League,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wolf Eyes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mars,
Cymande,
Joe Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scan 7,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unwound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ossler,
The Victims,
The Knickerbockers,
Whodini,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Moleskins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mad Mike,
Symarip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
LL Cool J,
Absolute Body Control,
Mr. Review,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kas Product,
Saccharine Trust,
Minny Pops,
Urselle,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.