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 Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ice-T to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Skaos,
ABC,
Arcadia,
Clear Light,
The Pop Group,
Second Layer,
Infiniti,
The Dead C,
The Invisible,
Oblivians,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Skarface,
Rapeman,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Barracudas,
Malaria!,
The Blackbyrds,
R.M.O.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The J.B.'s,
Mo-Dettes,
Metal Thangz,
Interpol,
Piero Umiliani,
a-ha,
Agent Orange,
Delta 5,
Moebius,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Womack,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Cale,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cluster,
Soft Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Thee Headcoats,
KRS-One,
Alton Ellis,
Jawbox,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül II,
Flash Fearless,
Althea and Donna,
Scrapy,
Bob Dylan,
Yaz,
Mr. Review,
Leonard Cohen,
Janne Schatter,
Tears for Fears,
Johnny Osbourne,
CMW,
Marvin Gaye,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Zeros,
Model 500,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.