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 Indonesia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alphaville to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Kas Product,
Sam Rivers,
Hardrive,
Motorama,
FM Einheit,
Gang of Four,
The Moleskins,
The Cramps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bauhaus,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Christie,
Gong,
Talk Talk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marmalade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Delta 5,
Make Up,
Cluster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brothers Johnson,
This Heat,
Sun Ra,
Pagans,
Davy DMX,
Whodini,
New York Dolls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Funkadelic,
The Slackers,
Skaos,
Soft Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Magma,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joyce Sims,
Popol Vuh,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dead C,
Crime,
Animal Collective,
Unwound,
Bang On A Can,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Near,
Suburban Knight,
Rapeman,
Warren Ellis,
Faraquet,
Aloha Tigers,
The Raincoats,
Mandrill,
The Offenders,
Das Ding,
Surgeon,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.