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 Suriname and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Smog to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
The Victims,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blues Magoos,
Zapp,
Average White Band,
Index,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacques Brel,
The Evens,
Roxy Music,
Tom Boy,
Slick Rick,
The Human League,
Ituana,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
OOIOO,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
World's Most,
The Invisible,
Deadbeat,
The Pretty Things,
Pet Shop Boys,
EPMD,
Radiohead,
Deepchord,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Porter Ricks,
The Saints,
Monks,
Pantaleimon,
Cameo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nation of Ulysses,
Warsaw,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Josef K,
Harmonia,
H. Thieme,
Zero Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Byron Stingily,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New York Dolls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Delta 5,
The Barracudas,
Connie Case,
Bad Manners,
Bob Dylan,
Mission of Burma,
Aural Exciters,
Ice-T,
The Residents,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.