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 Albania and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
John Foxx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The United States of America,
Al Stewart,
Country Teasers,
Sun City Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stetsasonic,
Lyres,
The Mojo Men,
Yusef Lateef,
Bad Manners,
Vainqueur,
the Bar-Kays,
Skriet,
Khruangbin,
Mars,
The Sonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camberwell Now,
Heaven 17,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eden Ahbez,
Nils Olav,
Zapp,
Procol Harum,
Ohio Players,
Babytalk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marine Girls,
Dark Day,
Tears for Fears,
Desert Stars,
Hardrive,
Davy DMX,
Suicide,
Andrew Hill,
Nick Fraelich,
Surgeon,
Carl Craig,
Cybotron,
Eli Mardock,
Blake Baxter,
Brass Construction,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terry Callier,
Chris & Cosey,
The Tremeloes,
Leonard Cohen,
Erykah Badu,
PIL,
Young Marble Giants,
The Names,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Infiniti,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.