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 Maldives and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Wings to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Alarm Clocks,
One Last Wish,
The Dead C,
Oneida,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gories,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed,
Black Flag,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sister Nancy,
Juan Atkins,
Blake Baxter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scratch Acid,
Underground Resistance,
The Sonics,
Blossom Toes,
The J.B.'s,
The Divine Comedy,
F. McDonald,
The Star Department,
Radio Birdman,
Grey Daturas,
Connie Case,
X-101,
Derrick Morgan,
The Golliwogs,
the Swans,
Ronnie Foster,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacob Miller,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Patti Smith,
The Cowsills,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skriet,
Cheater Slicks,
The Victims,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gap Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New Order,
Warsaw,
Eli Mardock,
Dead Boys,
Fluxion,
Tommy Roe,
Arab on Radar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soulsonic Force,
Bauhaus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Suburban Knight,
Aural Exciters,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.