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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Qualms to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Aswad,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Dolphy,
Mandrill,
Yaz,
Mad Mike,
Camouflage,
Nico,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cramps,
Interpol,
The Grass Roots,
Crooked Eye,
Aaron Thompson,
B.T. Express,
Drexciya,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soul II Soul,
10cc,
FM Einheit,
Kerri Chandler,
Essential Logic,
Brass Construction,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kayak,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Walker Brothers,
Howard Jones,
David Axelrod,
Cal Tjader,
The American Breed,
Unrelated Segments,
Rod Modell,
H. Thieme,
Bauhaus,
Khruangbin,
Blancmange,
The Martian,
Bobby Sherman,
Brick,
Technova,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barrington Levy,
Joensuu 1685,
Kurtis Blow,
Scratch Acid,
Chris Corsano,
The Tremeloes,
Eden Ahbez,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Funkadelic,
Anakelly,
Albert Ayler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scrapy,
The Pop Group,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.