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 Switzerland and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the grime 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Grauzone,
World's Most,
The Sonics,
Pierre Henry,
Erykah Badu,
The Slackers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Prince Buster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joyce Sims,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wally Richardson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxette,
Cymande,
Aural Exciters,
Kaleidoscope,
The Modern Lovers,
kango's stein massive,
Quantec,
Young Marble Giants,
Connie Case,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Inner City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pole,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rekid,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
Kayak,
Jerry Gold Smith,
This Heat,
Hot Snakes,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Fraelich,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Organ,
Khruangbin,
The Blues Magoos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
MC5,
Altered Images,
Matthew Bourne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dirtbombs,
Panda Bear,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wings,
Henry Cow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Scratch Acid,
Reuben Wilson,
Audionom,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.