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 Denmark and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Talk Talk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pussy Galore,
MC5,
Terry Callier,
Sight & Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Rapeman,
The Cramps,
Sun City Girls,
the Association,
The Count Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Terry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-102,
Kaleidoscope,
Wolf Eyes,
The Tremeloes,
Sex Pistols,
The Seeds,
The Motions,
Jeff Mills,
Ice-T,
AZ,
Groovy Waters,
Fugazi,
The Mummies,
Average White Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
R.M.O.,
Kayak,
Mandrill,
Wings,
The Slackers,
The Grass Roots,
Amon Düül,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Flag,
These Immortal Souls,
B.T. Express,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Frankie Knuckles,
48th St. Collective,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brick,
Max Romeo,
Scion,
The Real Kids,
Country Teasers,
Radio Birdman,
Nils Olav,
Leonard Cohen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nico,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.