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 Liechtenstein and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
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 organ 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 Bad Manners to the rock 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Underground Resistance,
Slick Rick,
Gang Green,
Jesper Dahlback,
Clear Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Essential Logic,
These Immortal Souls,
Siglo XX,
Lee Hazlewood,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Man Parrish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Piero Umiliani,
Sonny Sharrock,
Laurel Aitken,
Brand Nubian,
Blake Baxter,
Magma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple,
Yaz,
Sound Behaviour,
The Offenders,
Morten Harket,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kas Product,
The Motions,
John Foxx,
The Wake,
Matthew Halsall,
Roxette,
Moby Grape,
MDC,
Wasted Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Blancmange,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scrapy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Supertramp,
Excepter,
Trumans Water,
Young Marble Giants,
Anthony Braxton,
Panda Bear,
The Happenings,
Mandrill,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Interpol,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Tremeloes,
Amon Düül II,
kango's stein massive,
Roy Ayers,
Visage,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.