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 Dominica and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Pussy Galore to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Terrestrial Tones,
Intrusion,
Cameo,
the Swans,
Index,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
K-Klass,
Scrapy,
Skaos,
John Holt,
Funky Four + One,
Lindisfarne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Isaac Hayes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Q65,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Normal,
Hardrive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oneida,
Livin' Joy,
Shuggie Otis,
Bauhaus,
Procol Harum,
the Sonics,
Iggy Pop,
Basic Channel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scientists,
Camouflage,
Freddie Wadling,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
10cc,
Y Pants,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Lynne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fugazi,
Qualms,
Minor Threat,
The Birthday Party,
Steve Hackett,
Judy Mowatt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Von Mondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unrelated Segments,
Warsaw,
The Fortunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Swans,
EPMD,
Sarah Menescal,
Surgeon,
The Gladiators,
The Residents,
Grauzone,
The Happenings,
The Cure,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.