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 Jordan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Magma to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Main Source,
K-Klass,
David Axelrod,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sonic Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Eli Mardock,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Machine,
Carl Craig,
Tears for Fears,
The Dirtbombs,
Godley & Creme,
Groovy Waters,
Jerry's Kids,
the Germs,
Marcia Griffiths,
New Order,
H. Thieme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amon Düül,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rekid,
New York Dolls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Silicon Teens,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Bar-Kays,
Joensuu 1685,
Warsaw,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lungfish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DJ Style,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crooked Eye,
Lindisfarne,
Donald Byrd,
Harry Pussy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alton Ellis,
The Techniques,
Pere Ubu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Visage,
Suicide,
Eurythmics,
Scratch Acid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
MC5,
Chrome,
Babytalk,
Glenn Branca,
Lalann,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.