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 Ghana and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 The Martian to the rock 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rapeman,
Quantec,
New York Dolls,
The Searchers,
Eddi Front,
Ken Boothe,
Radio Birdman,
Panda Bear,
Qualms,
The Cure,
Colin Newman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Public Enemy,
Vainqueur,
Dennis Brown,
Pantytec,
EPMD,
Marvin Gaye,
The Techniques,
Aaron Thompson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Laurel Aitken,
ABBA,
CMW,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Doors,
The Busters,
Sight & Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Pantaleimon,
Section 25,
48th St. Collective,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delta 5,
Basic Channel,
The Happenings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Accadde A,
Yaz,
Heaven 17,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Saints,
Jeff Lynne,
Youth Brigade,
F. McDonald,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tomorrow,
Audionom,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Hood,
Piero Umiliani,
Animal Collective,
Unwound,
Fugazi,
Tubeway Army,
Television Personalities,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.