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 Belarus and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Second Layer,
Buzzcocks,
Schoolly D,
Alphaville,
Harry Pussy,
Thee Headcoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tears for Fears,
Slick Rick,
Yusef Lateef,
The Offenders,
Dead Boys,
F. McDonald,
Das Ding,
Skaos,
Robert Wyatt,
Soft Machine,
The Black Dice,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Copeland,
Pantaleimon,
Bauhaus,
Chris Corsano,
Al Stewart,
Sandy B,
Fear,
Rites of Spring,
The Kinks,
Fugazi,
Wally Richardson,
The Barracudas,
Scott Walker,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Wake,
Underground Resistance,
Adolescents,
World's Most,
The Buckinghams,
Ronan,
Anakelly,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Pus,
Roy Ayers,
D'Angelo,
Pole,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Görl,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Sight & Sound,
Crooked Eye,
China Crisis,
Popol Vuh,
La Düsseldorf,
Ken Boothe,
The Names,
H. Thieme,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Germs,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.