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 Malta and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Donald Fagen 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 Amazonics to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
cv313,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Byrd,
Icehouse,
Amazonics,
Bang On A Can,
Rod Modell,
the Swans,
Hot Snakes,
Cymande,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Sonics,
Fad Gadget,
Soul II Soul,
The Misunderstood,
ABC,
Marvin Gaye,
Freddie Wadling,
Lebanon Hanover,
Underground Resistance,
Marc Almond,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nirvana,
The Fall,
Eve St. Jones,
Country Teasers,
Gang Green,
Zapp,
the Normal,
Television Personalities,
Harpers Bizarre,
Motorama,
Siglo XX,
Idris Muhammad,
Sex Pistols,
Absolute Body Control,
Qualms,
Fugazi,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kenny Larkin,
Bad Manners,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pere Ubu,
Blancmange,
Blossom Toes,
Babytalk,
Colin Newman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fela Kuti,
Black Moon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
T. Rex,
Tears for Fears,
Bluetip,
Dave Gahan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Selecter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Inner City,
The Durutti Column,
Wings,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.