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 Albania and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Jimmy McGriff to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Barrington Levy,
The Birthday Party,
Chrome,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Flag,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Byrd,
CMW,
Rakim,
The Monks,
The Invisible,
Maleditus Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Bill Wells,
Stereo Dub,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kayak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Smog,
Dark Day,
The Cowsills,
E-Dancer,
Stetsasonic,
Au Pairs,
David Bowie,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alison Limerick,
Theoretical Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Schoolly D,
La Düsseldorf,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ossler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ken Boothe,
Television,
Flipper,
Joey Negro,
Roxy Music,
Agent Orange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agitation Free,
Trumans Water,
Model 500,
Mars,
Barry Ungar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Bananas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tom Boy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Goldenarms,
Thee Headcoats,
Bill Near,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.