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 Cambodia and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 The Dave Clark Five to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Carl Craig,
The Gap Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Circle Jerks,
Black Sheep,
Anakelly,
The Dead C,
Judy Mowatt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terrestrial Tones,
Groovy Waters,
Joyce Sims,
The Dirtbombs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Victims,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angry Samoans,
David Axelrod,
It's A Beautiful Day,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Desert Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Susan Cadogan,
Surgeon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Max Romeo,
Alton Ellis,
Ken Boothe,
Derrick Morgan,
Barrington Levy,
Suburban Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grandmaster Flash,
In Retrospect,
World's Most,
Archie Shepp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mojo Men,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Patti Smith,
Joy Division,
Bush Tetras,
The Fortunes,
Zapp,
Country Teasers,
Eli Mardock,
Crash Course in Science,
Television,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Starr,
Slave,
Quando Quango,
Byron Stingily,
Tommy Roe,
Bob Dylan,
AZ,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.