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 Guatemala and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Surgeon,
The Associates,
Lalo Schifrin,
Animal Collective,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Intrusion,
Youth Brigade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Human League,
R.M.O.,
Robert Görl,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultra Naté,
Black Moon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joey Negro,
Bauhaus,
Soft Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minnie Riperton,
Neu!,
The Invisible,
Sparks,
Jandek,
The Litter,
Nas,
Ossler,
Oblivians,
Pere Ubu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fugs,
The Searchers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Remains,
Smog,
Soft Cell,
The Neon Judgement,
Procol Harum,
Todd Terry,
James White and The Blacks,
Rhythm & Sound,
The New Christs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantaleimon,
Joyce Sims,
Minutemen,
The Martian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Morten Harket,
the Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Wyatt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.