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 Malawi and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Amon Düül to the punk 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Niagra,
Cluster,
Aswad,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Normal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Underground Resistance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lucky Dragons,
The Five Americans,
ABBA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quadrant,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DJ Style,
Lyres,
Piero Umiliani,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rapeman,
Oblivians,
The Fuzztones,
The Associates,
Yaz,
The Last Poets,
John Foxx,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Grass Roots,
Marvin Gaye,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Christie,
the Sonics,
Byron Stingily,
The Smiths,
Minny Pops,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Tremeloes,
Sonny Sharrock,
The New Christs,
Roy Ayers,
Ornette Coleman,
the Bar-Kays,
Country Teasers,
The Remains,
Trumans Water,
Davy DMX,
Scott Walker,
James White and The Blacks,
Arthur Verocai,
New Age Steppers,
Funky Four + One,
Y Pants,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.