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 Azerbaijan and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Rites of Spring to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Fad Gadget,
Radiohead,
Tubeway Army,
Moby Grape,
Neu!,
Prince Buster,
Albert Ayler,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fortunes,
the Swans,
Wire,
Shoche,
The Busters,
The Mummies,
The Knickerbockers,
Faraquet,
Nik Kershaw,
Lindisfarne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Names,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mandrill,
Siglo XX,
Ohio Players,
The Kinks,
Half Japanese,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sex Pistols,
Lalann,
Vainqueur,
Maleditus Sound,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Womack,
Fear,
The Mojo Men,
Junior Murvin,
Scientists,
The Real Kids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dawn Penn,
Severed Heads,
Underground Resistance,
The Smiths,
Sugar Minott,
Grandmaster Flash,
Al Stewart,
The Gories,
Lucky Dragons,
Aswad,
Accadde A,
Crash Course in Science,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sällskapet,
Robert Görl,
The J.B.'s,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smoke,
Max Romeo,
Pussy Galore,
The Selecter,
Bluetip,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.