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 San Marino and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Icehouse to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
H. Thieme,
Negative Approach,
Tim Buckley,
Brass Construction,
Fear,
Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Human League,
Prince Buster,
The United States of America,
Motorama,
The Durutti Column,
The Slits,
The Grass Roots,
the Normal,
Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Niagra,
Echospace,
L. Decosne,
K-Klass,
Whodini,
Henry Cow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roxy Music,
Alton Ellis,
The Trojans,
Suburban Knight,
Freddie Wadling,
Kevin Saunderson,
Interpol,
Mandrill,
Y Pants,
Wally Richardson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Age Steppers,
Amon Düül II,
Severed Heads,
Maleditus Sound,
The Searchers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pole,
Mantronix,
Outsiders,
Black Pus,
Wire,
Circle Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Section 25,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Excepter,
Rakim,
David Bowie,
Ultravox,
X-Ray Spex,
Unwound,
Sex Pistols,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roger Hodgson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.