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 Burkina and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the techno 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Marmalade,
Joensuu 1685,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Anthony Braxton,
Marine Girls,
Grauzone,
Sonic Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Moon,
The Skatalites,
D'Angelo,
Faust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Qualms,
Sight & Sound,
The Toasters,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Can,
The Electric Prunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Buckinghams,
ABBA,
The Blackbyrds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minutemen,
Soft Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Visage,
Half Japanese,
Desert Stars,
The Zeros,
Sam Rivers,
the Sonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Cale,
MDC,
Clear Light,
The Durutti Column,
Maleditus Sound,
Circle Jerks,
The Count Five,
Amon Düül,
Nick Fraelich,
Second Layer,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ronnie Foster,
Bronski Beat,
Janne Schatter,
Unwound,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.