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 Togo and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Rapeman to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wolf Eyes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Motorama,
Amon Düül II,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aloha Tigers,
Al Stewart,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Duran Duran,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amon Düül,
Pierre Henry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soft Cell,
Nas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Bourne,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Human League,
Tres Demented,
Franke,
Kerri Chandler,
Oblivians,
Babytalk,
Jacob Miller,
Man Parrish,
Josef K,
Brass Construction,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Sly & The Family Stone,
CMW,
The Saints,
Idris Muhammad,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dual Sessions,
the Swans,
Infiniti,
Sandy B,
Lou Christie,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Whodini,
Agent Orange,
Fatback Band,
The Barracudas,
Royal Trux,
Rapeman,
Eric Copeland,
Country Teasers,
Television,
Schoolly D,
The Searchers,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.