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 Ghana and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 MC5 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Mandrill,
Boredoms,
Todd Rundgren,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Unwound,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Womack,
Scion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Theoretical Girls,
Rod Modell,
Radio Birdman,
Harmonia,
The Dirtbombs,
Sällskapet,
Neil Young,
Lungfish,
Idris Muhammad,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Sheep,
Television,
Moss Icon,
DJ Style,
Gichy Dan,
Josef K,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fall,
Metal Thangz,
Surgeon,
Mark Hollis,
Talk Talk,
The Moleskins,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dead C,
Index,
Animal Collective,
Andrew Hill,
The Leaves,
Trumans Water,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pantytec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Main Source,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Toasters,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül,
The Names,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Accadde A,
Q65,
The Monks,
Warsaw,
Darondo,
Massinfluence,
Television Personalities,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Görl,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.