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 Cape Verde and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Erykah Badu to the crunk 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Animal Collective,
The Blackbyrds,
Swans,
PIL,
Aaron Thompson,
Masters at Work,
Iggy Pop,
The Techniques,
John Coltrane,
Grey Daturas,
New York Dolls,
Ken Boothe,
The Zeros,
The Associates,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sound Behaviour,
The Red Krayola,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Real Kids,
H. Thieme,
T. Rex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Graham Central Station,
Carl Craig,
Bill Wells,
Surgeon,
The Dirtbombs,
Tears for Fears,
The Dead C,
The Smoke,
Ornette Coleman,
The Tremeloes,
Roxy Music,
Lungfish,
LL Cool J,
The Litter,
Chris Corsano,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Guru Guru,
U.S. Maple,
Maurizio,
Banda Bassotti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flipper,
Hardrive,
The Skatalites,
The Smiths,
Franke,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Spoonie Gee,
Infiniti,
Interpol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Parry Music,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.