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 Saudi Arabia and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Davy DMX to the electroclash 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
The Pretty Things,
Ituana,
The Seeds,
the Normal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Foxx,
Joy Division,
Robert Görl,
Fear,
Dual Sessions,
Easy Going,
Mr. Review,
The Saints,
Sun City Girls,
Goldenarms,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moody Blues,
Flipper,
Popol Vuh,
Cluster,
Audionom,
Chris Corsano,
Derrick Morgan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mo-Dettes,
Country Teasers,
Yaz,
Heaven 17,
Boredoms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Technova,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Terry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bush Tetras,
Donald Byrd,
Khruangbin,
Jandek,
Scientists,
Sugar Minott,
Monolake,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harmonia,
CMW,
Ronnie Foster,
Dave Gahan,
Eric B and Rakim,
MDC,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pagans,
Warsaw,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Tremeloes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sister Nancy,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.