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 Papua New Guinea and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pantaleimon to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dirtbombs,
Yellowson,
Lower 48,
The Sound,
Moby Grape,
Oblivians,
Godley & Creme,
Guru Guru,
CMW,
Isaac Hayes,
the Germs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Neon Judgement,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxy Music,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Modern Lovers,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Techniques,
Don Cherry,
Aloha Tigers,
Angry Samoans,
DJ Style,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fall,
Gang Gang Dance,
Unrelated Segments,
Max Romeo,
Prince Buster,
the Swans,
Al Stewart,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
John Foxx,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ornette Coleman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joey Negro,
Brand Nubian,
Deakin,
The Fortunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Letta Mbulu,
Thee Headcoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Banda Bassotti,
Moebius,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bluetip,
Nas,
Visage,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Magazine,
The Durutti Column,
Liliput,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.