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 Denmark and from New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Glambeats Corp. to the techno 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Jawbox,
DJ Style,
Q and Not U,
Thompson Twins,
Althea and Donna,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arab on Radar,
Roxy Music,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David Bowie,
Boogie Down Productions,
Half Japanese,
Joensuu 1685,
Liliput,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Sheep,
The Raincoats,
Hoover,
Black Moon,
Derrick Morgan,
The Human League,
Masters at Work,
New Order,
The Dave Clark Five,
Suburban Knight,
cv313,
Cluster,
The Tremeloes,
Suicide,
Avey Tare,
Severed Heads,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tom Boy,
Can,
Gregory Isaacs,
Motorama,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Remains,
R.M.O.,
The Golliwogs,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doors,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Monolake,
Erasure,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Young Rascals,
Brand Nubian,
Ossler,
Faraquet,
Kas Product,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blancmange,
Jeff Mills,
China Crisis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nik Kershaw,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.