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 Nigeria and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Can to the electroclash 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Marc Almond,
the Normal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Connie Case,
Silicon Teens,
Masters at Work,
Funky Four + One,
The Sound,
The Young Rascals,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Don Cherry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Negative Approach,
a-ha,
kango's stein massive,
Sandy B,
Laurel Aitken,
F. McDonald,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Trumans Water,
Severed Heads,
The Victims,
The Knickerbockers,
Index,
Black Bananas,
The Fugs,
Johnny Clarke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smoke,
Clear Light,
Bob Dylan,
Unrelated Segments,
Joy Division,
Sister Nancy,
Sonic Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Can,
Youth Brigade,
The Durutti Column,
MC5,
DNA,
Radiohead,
Howard Jones,
The Raincoats,
Gregory Isaacs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Warren Ellis,
New Order,
Drive Like Jehu,
Niagra,
Jacob Miller,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minutemen,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.