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 Chad and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Skarface to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Outsiders,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Hill,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Electric Prunes,
Skaos,
Swell Maps,
the Germs,
Mo-Dettes,
Rosa Yemen,
The Wake,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pussy Galore,
Section 25,
The Residents,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Isaac Hayes,
Dead Boys,
Oblivians,
Funky Four + One,
La Düsseldorf,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Masters at Work,
China Crisis,
Black Flag,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minny Pops,
The Durutti Column,
June of 44,
Henry Cow,
Soft Machine,
The Invisible,
Echospace,
Pole,
Mad Mike,
Bootsy Collins,
Cymande,
Q and Not U,
Suicide,
Flipper,
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Saints,
Guru Guru,
Negative Approach,
Skriet,
Mark Hollis,
Pylon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Q65,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Busters,
The Count Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Wally Richardson,
Main Source,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boredoms,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.