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 Gambia 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Amon Düül to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Monolake,
Dead Boys,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Idris Muhammad,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eli Mardock,
Dennis Brown,
Traffic Nightmare,
Depeche Mode,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Icehouse,
Connie Case,
Ossler,
Qualms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Grass Roots,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quadrant,
The Velvet Underground,
Ponytail,
The Remains,
Tears for Fears,
Average White Band,
R.M.O.,
The Names,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stetsasonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ornette Coleman,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Saints,
Amazonics,
Cheater Slicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dorothy Ashby,
Leonard Cohen,
The Skatalites,
Thompson Twins,
The Searchers,
Laurel Aitken,
Glenn Branca,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pulsallama,
Dawn Penn,
Camouflage,
Danielle Patucci,
Moss Icon,
Marvin Gaye,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare,
The Real Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sarah Menescal,
The Young Rascals,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.