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 Korea South and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
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 arpeggiator 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 Throbbing Gristle to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
UT,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Cell,
Ten City,
a-ha,
Jerry's Kids,
Nik Kershaw,
Rotary Connection,
Minny Pops,
The Cosmic Jokers,
10cc,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fear,
Minutemen,
Connie Case,
Mission of Burma,
The Slackers,
Ice-T,
Godley & Creme,
Television Personalities,
Wings,
Nation of Ulysses,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cure,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ituana,
the Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
Sound Behaviour,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Bourne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Curtis Mayfield,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Hood,
Isaac Hayes,
Ken Boothe,
Yellowson,
Liliput,
Rapeman,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fire Engines,
Metal Thangz,
Ultra Naté,
Jandek,
Ponytail,
Nils Olav,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Duran Duran,
The Pretty Things,
Kayak,
Sandy B,
Babytalk,
H. Thieme,
Half Japanese,
Anthony Braxton,
Eve St. Jones,
Junior Murvin,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.