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 Peru and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Black Bananas to the crunk 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Man Parrish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grey Daturas,
Dead Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aswad,
The Leaves,
Erasure,
Todd Terry,
Chris & Cosey,
Amazonics,
Talk Talk,
Steve Hackett,
Vladislav Delay,
Bob Dylan,
Masters at Work,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vainqueur,
In Retrospect,
Arab on Radar,
10cc,
The Smoke,
Robert Görl,
Buzzcocks,
Scion,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Associates,
PIL,
David McCallum,
Rekid,
Swell Maps,
Leonard Cohen,
Flipper,
Shoche,
Skarface,
The Standells,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sight & Sound,
Faraquet,
Subhumans,
Mo-Dettes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Can,
The Cramps,
Cluster,
Rod Modell,
Pagans,
Public Enemy,
Black Moon,
The Slackers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Junior Murvin,
E-Dancer,
Pulsallama,
Pantaleimon,
Sister Nancy,
Smog,
the Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gladiators,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.