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 Austria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 World's Most to the crunk 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
Wally Richardson,
Cymande,
The Buckinghams,
Big Daddy Kane,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick Morgan,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gun Club,
The Stooges,
Thee Headcoats,
Negative Approach,
The Names,
Nirvana,
The Victims,
The Martian,
Metal Thangz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ossler,
Reagan Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fuzztones,
The Young Rascals,
Deadbeat,
Echospace,
Lindisfarne,
Das Ding,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rekid,
Peter & Gordon,
John Holt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Graham Central Station,
Dark Day,
The Real Kids,
The Wake,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Wyatt,
Alton Ellis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
JFA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Offenders,
Section 25,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barry Ungar,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joy Division,
Bob Dylan,
Siglo XX,
Bush Tetras,
New York Dolls,
Animal Collective,
Derrick May,
Skarface,
The Gladiators,
Morten Harket,
Index,
June of 44,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.