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 Papua New Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
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 guitar 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 Fortunes to the crunk 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed,
Glenn Branca,
Jacob Miller,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Names,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Wyatt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anakelly,
Supertramp,
Zapp,
the Sonics,
Masters at Work,
Ludus,
Angry Samoans,
Charles Mingus,
This Heat,
Moby Grape,
R.M.O.,
Al Stewart,
LL Cool J,
Pagans,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric B and Rakim,
Visage,
Excepter,
the Soft Cell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hoover,
Dark Day,
Pulsallama,
Half Japanese,
Deadbeat,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
KRS-One,
Sound Behaviour,
Morten Harket,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
World's Most,
Bobby Womack,
Grey Daturas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
Livin' Joy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Young Marble Giants,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Black Dice,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gladiators,
Gang Starr,
Black Sheep,
Brand Nubian,
The Mummies,
Mary Jane Girls,
Urselle,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.