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 Kenya and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Nico to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Curtis Mayfield,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deepchord,
One Last Wish,
Spoonie Gee,
Banda Bassotti,
Unwound,
Josef K,
The Mummies,
Morten Harket,
Mission of Burma,
Scan 7,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Steve Hackett,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Techniques,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Bowie,
MC5,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
Dark Day,
Boredoms,
Con Funk Shun,
Section 25,
Masters at Work,
Intrusion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Don Cherry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rakim,
The Durutti Column,
Janne Schatter,
Sparks,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Standells,
Soft Cell,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Star Department,
The Dead C,
T. Rex,
Joensuu 1685,
K-Klass,
Slave,
Charles Mingus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Delta 5,
Schoolly D,
Faust,
Gang Green,
Donald Byrd,
F. McDonald,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suicide,
Pussy Galore,
8 Eyed Spy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Royal Trux,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.