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 Swaziland and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Talk Talk,
Marmalade,
Lucky Dragons,
Theoretical Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Camberwell Now,
Fat Boys,
Scratch Acid,
The Fire Engines,
Flipper,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tears for Fears,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Birthday Party,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wire,
Dead Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bronski Beat,
The Doors,
Echospace,
Whodini,
Maurizio,
Eddi Front,
Arthur Verocai,
Au Pairs,
Moss Icon,
Pierre Henry,
Altered Images,
The Real Kids,
Letta Mbulu,
The Golliwogs,
Hoover,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mark Hollis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alice Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funkadelic,
Stiv Bators,
Cybotron,
The Durutti Column,
Cymande,
Tomorrow,
Unwound,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dead C,
Symarip,
Alton Ellis,
Porter Ricks,
Jacques Brel,
48th St. Collective,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fall,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Happenings,
World's Most,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.