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 Germany and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Popol Vuh to the disco 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
The Toasters,
Nick Fraelich,
June Days,
Nils Olav,
Frankie Knuckles,
Television,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
PIL,
Q and Not U,
Porter Ricks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Danielle Patucci,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Index,
Lakeside,
the Bar-Kays,
Nirvana,
The Neon Judgement,
the Fania All-Stars,
10cc,
Aloha Tigers,
Section 25,
The Remains,
Soul II Soul,
The Standells,
Gang Green,
the Swans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Prince Buster,
Soft Cell,
Moss Icon,
Spandau Ballet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Liliput,
In Retrospect,
Piero Umiliani,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sugar Minott,
The Cramps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alton Ellis,
The Skatalites,
Gichy Dan,
Boz Scaggs,
Inner City,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joe Smooth,
Infiniti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
AZ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David Bowie,
ABBA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scott Walker,
Agitation Free,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.