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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Association to the crunk 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Inner City,
D'Angelo,
Scan 7,
Newcleus,
The J.B.'s,
James White and The Blacks,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-101,
Sixth Finger,
Malaria!,
Simply Red,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quando Quango,
Eric Copeland,
The Saints,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Smooth,
Eurythmics,
ABBA,
Pierre Henry,
Motorama,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Don Cherry,
Bronski Beat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crime,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Severed Heads,
Supertramp,
Black Flag,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tommy Roe,
Negative Approach,
Tomorrow,
Little Man,
The Move,
Faust,
Zapp,
Procol Harum,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Can,
the Fania All-Stars,
Darondo,
Audionom,
The Dead C,
Black Pus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blancmange,
Sällskapet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Au Pairs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vainqueur,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.