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 Hungary and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Aural Exciters to the rap 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Deepchord,
La Düsseldorf,
The Move,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Davy DMX,
Pussy Galore,
Bronski Beat,
Sun Ra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Erykah Badu,
Easy Going,
Kurtis Blow,
Jawbox,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lalann,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Adolescents,
Hoover,
Soft Cell,
Little Man,
Fatback Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ponytail,
DJ Sneak,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Desert Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Ultra Naté,
Donny Hathaway,
Fad Gadget,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick Morgan,
Franke,
Byron Stingily,
Nik Kershaw,
cv313,
Japan,
Archie Shepp,
Sister Nancy,
Iggy Pop,
Moby Grape,
Nils Olav,
Gastr Del Sol,
Godley & Creme,
The Fire Engines,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlback,
Colin Newman,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter & Gordon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun City Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Patti Smith,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.