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 India and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Eddi Front to the jazz 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Morten Harket,
Idris Muhammad,
Organ,
Archie Shepp,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The New Christs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Second Layer,
The Gories,
The Sisters of Mercy,
La Düsseldorf,
Essential Logic,
Newcleus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fela Kuti,
Fad Gadget,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Slackers,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Germs,
Isaac Hayes,
Flipper,
Saccharine Trust,
Y Pants,
Parry Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Pus,
Minutemen,
Section 25,
Reuben Wilson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slave,
Eve St. Jones,
Japan,
Suicide,
Kas Product,
Kerri Chandler,
Alphaville,
Maleditus Sound,
Glenn Branca,
The Leaves,
Youth Brigade,
Susan Cadogan,
Skriet,
Dark Day,
The Cramps,
Animal Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Althea and Donna,
The Slits,
Siglo XX,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gladiators,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.