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 Austria and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Khruangbin to the punk 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Wasted Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sparks,
T. Rex,
Bluetip,
Quadrant,
Dennis Brown,
The Index,
The Beau Brummels,
Tubeway Army,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fatback Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Whodini,
The Blackbyrds,
Brand Nubian,
The Raincoats,
The Martian,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kas Product,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vladislav Delay,
Ituana,
Crooked Eye,
The Young Rascals,
Maurizio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Copeland,
The Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
Schoolly D,
Jacob Miller,
June Days,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Detroit Cobras,
MC5,
Little Man,
Kaleidoscope,
Can,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Remains,
Monolake,
The Five Americans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
The Moody Blues,
Althea and Donna,
Cymande,
Excepter,
Qualms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heaven 17,
Pet Shop Boys,
Audionom,
Roxy Music,
Mars,
Cluster,
Scrapy,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.