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 Sierra Leone and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Tomorrow to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Y Pants,
Nas,
The Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Josef K,
Mantronix,
Erykah Badu,
Bush Tetras,
Beasts of Bourbon,
H. Thieme,
Ituana,
Stereo Dub,
James White and The Blacks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Silicon Teens,
David Axelrod,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eli Mardock,
Monolake,
Animal Collective,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aaron Thompson,
Mo-Dettes,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Starr,
F. McDonald,
Vainqueur,
Das Ding,
The Saints,
KRS-One,
Brick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kurtis Blow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gabor Szabo,
UT,
Eve St. Jones,
the Normal,
World's Most,
Lalann,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Letta Mbulu,
Bob Dylan,
Schoolly D,
The Leaves,
The Tremeloes,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Human League,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Womack,
Tommy Roe,
Dawn Penn,
Country Teasers,
The Slits,
Joe Smooth,
the Sonics,
The Names,
Godley & Creme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.