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 Iran and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 The Dirtbombs to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The Buckinghams,
Al Stewart,
Connie Case,
Newcleus,
Absolute Body Control,
Soft Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Swans,
These Immortal Souls,
Alphaville,
Underground Resistance,
Stereo Dub,
Iggy Pop,
Quantec,
Metal Thangz,
New York Dolls,
New Age Steppers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sex Pistols,
Roxy Music,
Interpol,
Maleditus Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
the Bar-Kays,
The Red Krayola,
Derrick Morgan,
Animal Collective,
Cybotron,
Accadde A,
Scrapy,
James White and The Blacks,
Althea and Donna,
Visage,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pulsallama,
The Young Rascals,
Au Pairs,
Gabor Szabo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Malaria!,
Depeche Mode,
Brothers Johnson,
Funkadelic,
Average White Band,
Max Romeo,
Ronnie Foster,
Adolescents,
Cameo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lakeside,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ituana,
Nick Fraelich,
Y Pants,
Gang of Four,
John Cale,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.