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 Paris.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stetsasonic to the punk 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ralphi Rosario,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeff Mills,
Maleditus Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Khruangbin,
Dawn Penn,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reagan Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Glenn Branca,
Slave,
Henry Cow,
Faust,
Intrusion,
Soulsonic Force,
Camberwell Now,
Toni Rubio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Niagra,
This Heat,
Animal Collective,
Minny Pops,
Radiopuhelimet,
Juan Atkins,
Alice Coltrane,
The Smoke,
Pagans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yazoo,
Q65,
Das Ding,
Mandrill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Visage,
The Mojo Men,
Interpol,
The Stooges,
John Holt,
The Gladiators,
Delta 5,
Severed Heads,
The Monks,
Electric Prunes,
Iggy Pop,
Dark Day,
The American Breed,
The Blues Magoos,
Bauhaus,
The Dead C,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fugs,
Wally Richardson,
Marmalade,
Harry Pussy,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.