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 Indonesia and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Lower 48 to the rock 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Eurythmics,
Skriet,
Monolake,
Toni Rubio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lebanon Hanover,
Matthew Bourne,
Piero Umiliani,
The Real Kids,
Adolescents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Franke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Bananas,
Swans,
Anakelly,
Desert Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Halsall,
B.T. Express,
Rosa Yemen,
Ohio Players,
The Human League,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Hill,
Minutemen,
Masters at Work,
Nico,
The Cramps,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hardrive,
Pylon,
The Doors,
Panda Bear,
The Move,
Laurel Aitken,
KRS-One,
Surgeon,
Sparks,
Oneida,
The Monks,
Groovy Waters,
Lucky Dragons,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Starr,
Yusef Lateef,
Derrick May,
Patti Smith,
the Association,
Faraquet,
Von Mondo,
CMW,
Excepter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Angels of Light,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barry Ungar,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siglo XX,
The Kinks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.