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 Honduras and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Easy Going 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Arab on Radar,
The Beau Brummels,
10cc,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marmalade,
Severed Heads,
48th St. Collective,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gun Club,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Swell Maps,
Gabor Szabo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young,
Bobby Sherman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quantec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stockholm Monsters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tubeway Army,
Pet Shop Boys,
In Retrospect,
Interpol,
Janne Schatter,
The Cure,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lyres,
Flipper,
The Offenders,
Kevin Saunderson,
K-Klass,
Gang Green,
Motorama,
Scratch Acid,
Rufus Thomas,
Lalann,
The Golliwogs,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pretty Things,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fatback Band,
Hoover,
David McCallum,
Royal Trux,
Moby Grape,
These Immortal Souls,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Association,
OOIOO,
The Victims,
Robert Görl,
Kas Product,
Crime,
Eli Mardock,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.