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 Montenegro and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Amon Düül II to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
The Dirtbombs,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun City Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gastr Del Sol,
MC5,
Warsaw,
Rosa Yemen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mantronix,
Archie Shepp,
Main Source,
Deepchord,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slick Rick,
Grandmaster Flash,
Unwound,
Absolute Body Control,
The Divine Comedy,
Sex Pistols,
Negative Approach,
Livin' Joy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eurythmics,
Das Ding,
Infiniti,
Fad Gadget,
EPMD,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crispy Ambulance,
Johnny Clarke,
Mo-Dettes,
Jandek,
Severed Heads,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Second Layer,
Talk Talk,
Harmonia,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pylon,
Lou Christie,
Schoolly D,
Skaos,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-101,
Skriet,
Crooked Eye,
Bluetip,
Man Parrish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gong,
Inner City,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.