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 Finland and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Freddie Wadling to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scan 7,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun City Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Skriet,
Japan,
UT,
The Remains,
Hasil Adkins,
Fela Kuti,
The Kinks,
Black Bananas,
The Fuzztones,
Barbara Tucker,
Amon Düül II,
Half Japanese,
Kool Moe Dee,
Adolescents,
New York Dolls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gong,
R.M.O.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nick Fraelich,
Deadbeat,
Audionom,
Alice Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
Stiv Bators,
Heaven 17,
Black Flag,
Alison Limerick,
MC5,
Maurizio,
Bootsy Collins,
Prince Buster,
Bob Dylan,
Excepter,
Dead Boys,
The Birthday Party,
E-Dancer,
Eric Dolphy,
Brick,
Khruangbin,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispian St. Peters,
Josef K,
Funkadelic,
Wally Richardson,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
B.T. Express,
Minny Pops,
Con Funk Shun,
Agent Orange,
In Retrospect,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Grass Roots,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.