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 Hungary and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Amon Düül II to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Teasers,
The Searchers,
Piero Umiliani,
Susan Cadogan,
Kerri Chandler,
Harmonia,
Letta Mbulu,
World's Most,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
MDC,
FM Einheit,
Morten Harket,
Fela Kuti,
Moss Icon,
Warren Ellis,
T.S.O.L.,
Johnny Clarke,
The Angels of Light,
Tres Demented,
The Skatalites,
John Coltrane,
Loose Ends,
Black Moon,
Brand Nubian,
Fear,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fugs,
the Human League,
Amon Düül II,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues,
David McCallum,
LL Cool J,
Black Flag,
Max Romeo,
Livin' Joy,
Neu!,
Erykah Badu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marine Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Sound Behaviour,
Second Layer,
The Mojo Men,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy Collins,
Pole,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eli Mardock,
Negative Approach,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Connie Case,
Nik Kershaw,
Unwound,
The Index,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.