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 Lesotho and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Throbbing Gristle to the disco 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog 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?
Joey Negro,
Rotary Connection,
Radio Birdman,
The Star Department,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hasil Adkins,
Wally Richardson,
Radiohead,
Dave Gahan,
Glenn Branca,
Lower 48,
Khruangbin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Archie Shepp,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott Heron,
Circle Jerks,
Subhumans,
Janne Schatter,
Neu!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Graham Central Station,
Al Stewart,
Young Marble Giants,
Scrapy,
Roger Hodgson,
The Move,
Thompson Twins,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Invisible,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funky Four + One,
The Doors,
Flash Fearless,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fela Kuti,
Marine Girls,
Camberwell Now,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alton Ellis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Carl Craig,
Television Personalities,
Letta Mbulu,
Colin Newman,
Technova,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barry Ungar,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ludus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gories,
Tom Boy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Whodini,
Bobby Womack,
Franke,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.