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 Syria and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Eric Dolphy to the grunge 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Pulsallama,
E-Dancer,
Gong,
Au Pairs,
Supertramp,
Michelle Simonal,
Zero Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
F. McDonald,
Trumans Water,
Sparks,
Fear,
Fluxion,
In Retrospect,
Ohio Players,
Pharoah Sanders,
MDC,
The Last Poets,
Glenn Branca,
Smog,
Lower 48,
The Wake,
Darondo,
Albert Ayler,
Brothers Johnson,
Duran Duran,
Warsaw,
Wolf Eyes,
The Skatalites,
The Toasters,
Nils Olav,
the Association,
Juan Atkins,
Scratch Acid,
Depeche Mode,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Saccharine Trust,
JFA,
Arcadia,
Hashim,
Steve Hackett,
Ultravox,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arab on Radar,
Radiohead,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Green,
Bang On A Can,
Sun Ra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
T. Rex,
Yaz,
The Beau Brummels,
Amazonics,
Can,
The Count Five,
Newcleus,
Vainqueur,
Lalann,
Fela Kuti,
Davy DMX,
Nik Kershaw,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.