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 Vanuatu and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Camouflage to the jazz 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Delta 5,
Joensuu 1685,
The Walker Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aswad,
The Tremeloes,
Underground Resistance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
Gong,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cluster,
Sound Behaviour,
Minutemen,
ABC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Offenders,
Prince Buster,
DJ Sneak,
Surgeon,
Robert Hood,
Magma,
the Association,
The Human League,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
CMW,
Brothers Johnson,
The Velvet Underground,
Alice Coltrane,
Deadbeat,
Mark Hollis,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed,
Khruangbin,
The Black Dice,
Section 25,
Sandy B,
Neu!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ten City,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roxy Music,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy Collins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Patti Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pagans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crime,
Newcleus,
The Happenings,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Essential Logic,
Excepter,
Jeff Mills,
K-Klass,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.