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 Romania and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 The Blackbyrds to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Shadows of Knight,
Magazine,
Tommy Roe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Leaves,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hashim,
X-Ray Spex,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Slits,
John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
Skriet,
Pere Ubu,
The Pretty Things,
The Divine Comedy,
The Victims,
Mad Mike,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Womack,
The Moody Blues,
Michelle Simonal,
Toni Rubio,
Pantytec,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Grass Roots,
Public Enemy,
the Sonics,
Aswad,
Quantec,
Ultra Naté,
JFA,
Mantronix,
Soul II Soul,
Country Teasers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Theoretical Girls,
Zapp,
Iggy Pop,
Porter Ricks,
Albert Ayler,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rod Modell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Archie Shepp,
Urselle,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ken Boothe,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeru the Damaja,
These Immortal Souls,
Banda Bassotti,
Nirvana,
The J.B.'s,
Eve St. Jones,
Loose Ends,
The Offenders,
Man Parrish,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.