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 Estonia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 The Shadows of Knight to the dance 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Mo-Dettes,
Soulsonic Force,
EPMD,
Fad Gadget,
The Vogues,
Bill Wells,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mummies,
Radio Birdman,
Youth Brigade,
Eli Mardock,
Qualms,
Eric Dolphy,
Vladislav Delay,
Pagans,
The Victims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bluetip,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arthur Verocai,
Circle Jerks,
Subhumans,
The Fire Engines,
ABC,
Country Teasers,
The Raincoats,
Scrapy,
Quando Quango,
Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Divine Comedy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Christie,
Glenn Branca,
the Sonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Shoche,
The Electric Prunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun Ra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
The Golliwogs,
Minutemen,
Ossler,
Nirvana,
Main Source,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aloha Tigers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eddi Front,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.