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 Cuba and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Martian to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
The Martian,
Cymande,
Matthew Bourne,
The Happenings,
Ornette Coleman,
Albert Ayler,
Buzzcocks,
The Velvet Underground,
Alice Coltrane,
Sandy B,
Derrick Morgan,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Zeros,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Rundgren,
Iggy Pop,
Howard Jones,
Amon Düül,
the Sonics,
Babytalk,
Make Up,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Junior Murvin,
Black Bananas,
Jacob Miller,
Adolescents,
Guru Guru,
Sonny Sharrock,
These Immortal Souls,
Lucky Dragons,
Arcadia,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Young Rascals,
Monks,
Sister Nancy,
Dennis Brown,
T. Rex,
The Durutti Column,
Brothers Johnson,
The Stooges,
Freddie Wadling,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fall,
Warren Ellis,
Alison Limerick,
Suburban Knight,
Von Mondo,
The Evens,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yellowson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brick,
The Techniques,
Joy Division,
Blossom Toes,
Organ,
Spandau Ballet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Juan Atkins,
Inner City,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.