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 Togo and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Pierre Henry to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mandrill,
DJ Style,
Goldenarms,
Roxy Music,
The Pretty Things,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masters at Work,
The Mojo Men,
Organ,
Yaz,
Harry Pussy,
Chrome,
Easy Going,
Spandau Ballet,
Wolf Eyes,
Soulsonic Force,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonic Youth,
Hoover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nirvana,
The Real Kids,
Wire,
Cecil Taylor,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chris Corsano,
a-ha,
Matthew Halsall,
Crime,
Agent Orange,
Peter & Gordon,
10cc,
Lakeside,
Talk Talk,
Ornette Coleman,
Pere Ubu,
Rekid,
Echospace,
Don Cherry,
Smog,
Michelle Simonal,
X-101,
The Remains,
Bauhaus,
Magazine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Silicon Teens,
The Modern Lovers,
Quando Quango,
This Heat,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Red Krayola,
Crooked Eye,
Sarah Menescal,
Ludus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.