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 Korea North and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Panda Bear to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Siglo XX,
Infiniti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amazonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra,
Sandy B,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sparks,
Cluster,
Marvin Gaye,
The Blues Magoos,
David Axelrod,
Popol Vuh,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Womack,
The Move,
Kayak,
The Misunderstood,
Kas Product,
Pulsallama,
Pantytec,
Glenn Branca,
The Young Rascals,
Tim Buckley,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Kenny Larkin,
Barry Ungar,
The Grass Roots,
Grauzone,
The Index,
James White and The Blacks,
Dual Sessions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spandau Ballet,
Alphaville,
Brothers Johnson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ludus,
Supertramp,
The Mojo Men,
Kurtis Blow,
Adolescents,
Archie Shepp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang of Four,
Pere Ubu,
Peter and Kerry,
Animal Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Martian,
John Cale,
Newcleus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bang On A Can,
Oneida,
Tres Demented,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.