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 Czech Republic and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Severed Heads to the grunge 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Dave Gahan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Panda Bear,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Loose Ends,
Kaleidoscope,
Pussy Galore,
Camouflage,
The Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
Jandek,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Judy Mowatt,
Don Cherry,
Basic Channel,
The United States of America,
Ludus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Litter,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Electric Prunes,
Eli Mardock,
Johnny Clarke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Section 25,
Sparks,
Fluxion,
Albert Ayler,
Intrusion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stereo Dub,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Henry Cow,
The Smoke,
Funky Four + One,
X-101,
cv313,
Brass Construction,
The Trojans,
Cheater Slicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grey Daturas,
The Moody Blues,
The Cowsills,
Tim Buckley,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Buckinghams,
Television Personalities,
Cybotron,
Mo-Dettes,
KRS-One,
Patti Smith,
Bad Manners,
Rites of Spring,
Arthur Verocai,
Rekid,
Japan,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.