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 United States and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Womack,
Ponytail,
Matthew Bourne,
Sonic Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Fraelich,
Organ,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Flag,
The United States of America,
Tim Buckley,
Jesper Dahlback,
Freddie Wadling,
Television,
The Durutti Column,
Das Ding,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bill Near,
Roy Ayers,
Skarface,
Joyce Sims,
The Offenders,
Agitation Free,
Hoover,
Drexciya,
The Fuzztones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Pus,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arab on Radar,
Bizarre Inc.,
Spoonie Gee,
China Crisis,
The Angels of Light,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gong,
Tubeway Army,
Ituana,
Lyres,
Radiohead,
Dead Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
One Last Wish,
the Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Babytalk,
Nirvana,
Model 500,
Monks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anthony Braxton,
The Real Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.