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 Tajikistan and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Donald Fagen 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the rap 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
The Cowsills,
Anakelly,
JFA,
Wire,
the Sonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aural Exciters,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Womack,
The Saints,
Black Moon,
Idris Muhammad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Move,
Rufus Thomas,
D'Angelo,
Average White Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Lydon,
Half Japanese,
Symarip,
Index,
The Fortunes,
Dave Gahan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
Albert Ayler,
Neu!,
Outsiders,
The Mojo Men,
Throbbing Gristle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scientists,
Moby Grape,
Al Stewart,
Echospace,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
The Invisible,
Section 25,
Spandau Ballet,
One Last Wish,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Vogues,
Nico,
The Grass Roots,
Quantec,
Barrington Levy,
The Residents,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-101,
Graham Central Station,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dorothy Ashby,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.