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 Djibouti and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Mighty Diamonds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Rufus Thomas,
The Busters,
The Wake,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cramps,
Sonny Sharrock,
These Immortal Souls,
The Remains,
Archie Shepp,
Black Moon,
Outsiders,
Saccharine Trust,
Isaac Hayes,
The Music Machine,
The Gladiators,
The Knickerbockers,
The Residents,
Tim Buckley,
Intrusion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Bananas,
Monks,
Massinfluence,
Pierre Henry,
Q and Not U,
Rotary Connection,
Absolute Body Control,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Wyatt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hot Snakes,
Adolescents,
Smog,
Ken Boothe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ludus,
Crime,
Loose Ends,
Fugazi,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Hood,
June of 44,
Kaleidoscope,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aswad,
Boogie Down Productions,
Main Source,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thompson Twins,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fela Kuti,
The Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.