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 Lebanon and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Amon Düül to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Liliput,
Grauzone,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kaleidoscope,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Sheep,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eli Mardock,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cheater Slicks,
The Divine Comedy,
Deakin,
The Invisible,
Minutemen,
Shoche,
The Pop Group,
Silicon Teens,
Sight & Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
UT,
Easy Going,
The Victims,
Dennis Brown,
Scrapy,
Kas Product,
Eric Copeland,
The Doors,
Unrelated Segments,
The Barracudas,
Hardrive,
Camberwell Now,
Oneida,
Inner City,
Q and Not U,
Nik Kershaw,
B.T. Express,
Shuggie Otis,
Blancmange,
H. Thieme,
The Durutti Column,
Aaron Thompson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Can,
Pharoah Sanders,
Drexciya,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deepchord,
Isaac Hayes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Accadde A,
Eddi Front,
Eurythmics,
Ossler,
Jacob Miller,
Panda Bear,
Vainqueur,
Dawn Penn,
Quadrant,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.