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 Kazakhstan and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Fear to the dance 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Excepter,
Gang Starr,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
T. Rex,
Terry Callier,
Mission of Burma,
Albert Ayler,
The Happenings,
Cheater Slicks,
The Slits,
The Moody Blues,
Black Pus,
Goldenarms,
Rosa Yemen,
Smog,
A Certain Ratio,
Reuben Wilson,
Soul II Soul,
Spandau Ballet,
Livin' Joy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ornette Coleman,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Q65,
Tears for Fears,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Coltrane,
Chris & Cosey,
The Star Department,
Ossler,
Scientists,
New Age Steppers,
Make Up,
The Gladiators,
Sixth Finger,
Idris Muhammad,
CMW,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ken Boothe,
Sight & Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barry Ungar,
The Associates,
Ludus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drexciya,
The Knickerbockers,
the Soft Cell,
Kayak,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rites of Spring,
Letta Mbulu,
The Standells,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
E-Dancer,
Susan Cadogan,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.