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 Nauru and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Davy DMX to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
the Germs,
Wire,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Con Funk Shun,
Zero Boys,
Agent Orange,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Sheep,
Skriet,
The Invisible,
Eric Dolphy,
The Names,
Rotary Connection,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Negative Approach,
The Moleskins,
Charles Mingus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Qualms,
Fat Boys,
Sonic Youth,
The Offenders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roger Hodgson,
Simply Red,
Eden Ahbez,
48th St. Collective,
Susan Cadogan,
Gong,
Television Personalities,
Maurizio,
Godley & Creme,
Nirvana,
Frankie Knuckles,
These Immortal Souls,
Fatback Band,
DJ Sneak,
The Trojans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Max Romeo,
Arcadia,
Goldenarms,
David Axelrod,
Traffic Nightmare,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bronski Beat,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Sherman,
Janne Schatter,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Basic Channel,
Joey Negro,
Amon Düül,
R.M.O.,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Fraelich,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.