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 Afghanistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 David Bowie 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 Eli Mardock to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vladislav Delay,
Section 25,
Lower 48,
Little Man,
Organ,
Shoche,
The Fire Engines,
Cluster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television Personalities,
Blancmange,
Junior Murvin,
Dennis Brown,
Erykah Badu,
Franke,
Moebius,
Rhythm & Sound,
K-Klass,
Dual Sessions,
Archie Shepp,
Barbara Tucker,
Intrusion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swans,
Rod Modell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Symarip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Loose Ends,
Radiohead,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Massinfluence,
Mad Mike,
Althea and Donna,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Motions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bush Tetras,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Newcleus,
The Raincoats,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soulsonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
Albert Ayler,
Bluetip,
Jeff Mills,
In Retrospect,
Leonard Cohen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-102,
Gerry Rafferty,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gichy Dan,
Rites of Spring,
Eli Mardock,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.