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 Bahrain and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Maleditus Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fuzztones,
Idris Muhammad,
Unwound,
Neu!,
The Smiths,
Godley & Creme,
Darondo,
The Monochrome Set,
Alphaville,
the Sonics,
Maurizio,
Y Pants,
Aloha Tigers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kerri Chandler,
June of 44,
The Trojans,
UT,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Youth Brigade,
Pantaleimon,
Cymande,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skarface,
Suicide,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Leaves,
Excepter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Hood,
The Moody Blues,
Bush Tetras,
The Last Poets,
The Pop Group,
Black Moon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Zapp,
Nico,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echospace,
Wally Richardson,
Warren Ellis,
the Normal,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sound,
the Swans,
The Pretty Things,
Grey Daturas,
Mark Hollis,
Steve Hackett,
Boredoms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Qualms,
Zero Boys,
Ultravox,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yazoo,
New Age Steppers,
The Birthday Party,
Spoonie Gee,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.