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 Algeria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the techno 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Soul II Soul,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cecil Taylor,
New Order,
Saccharine Trust,
Swell Maps,
Pierre Henry,
Tubeway Army,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ossler,
Tears for Fears,
The Saints,
Sarah Menescal,
Boredoms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Albert Ayler,
Moby Grape,
Roy Ayers,
Popol Vuh,
Reuben Wilson,
Eli Mardock,
Excepter,
Prince Buster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brand Nubian,
Funky Four + One,
Moss Icon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Mills,
Gong,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fatback Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Piero Umiliani,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Residents,
Porter Ricks,
Hardrive,
Agitation Free,
Bluetip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Buckinghams,
Black Pus,
Brothers Johnson,
Magma,
Black Moon,
Nirvana,
Eric Copeland,
The Music Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Ronnie Foster,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.