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 Bremen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
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 sitar 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 Can to the rock 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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marvin Gaye,
MC5,
The Saints,
Japan,
Crooked Eye,
Monks,
Tomorrow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grandmaster Flash,
Make Up,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Michelle Simonal,
The Grass Roots,
John Lydon,
Anakelly,
Peter & Gordon,
The Zeros,
Tres Demented,
The Mojo Men,
The Wake,
Henry Cow,
Kenny Larkin,
Skarface,
Siglo XX,
John Holt,
Simply Red,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cure,
Sister Nancy,
The Music Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Schoolly D,
The Blues Magoos,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ossler,
The Associates,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Mills,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boredoms,
KRS-One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Evens,
Hashim,
Marc Almond,
World's Most,
Clear Light,
Tubeway Army,
June of 44,
Mad Mike,
The Dead C,
The Pretty Things,
Darondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultravox,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agitation Free,
Soulsonic Force,
Main Source,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.