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 Nepal 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Fluxion to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Matthew Halsall,
Rhythm & Sound,
Severed Heads,
Matthew Bourne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Hood,
Black Bananas,
Sällskapet,
Shuggie Otis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aaron Thompson,
Carl Craig,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultravox,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joe Smooth,
Surgeon,
The Move,
Piero Umiliani,
Letta Mbulu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Magazine,
Tomorrow,
The Red Krayola,
The Raincoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
kango's stein massive,
KRS-One,
Sonny Sharrock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Unrelated Segments,
The Index,
Glenn Branca,
Bronski Beat,
T. Rex,
UT,
Cybotron,
Model 500,
Procol Harum,
Moby Grape,
Blake Baxter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sam Rivers,
Babytalk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Flesh Eaters,
Can,
The Smoke,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
Wire,
In Retrospect,
John Cale,
Amon Düül,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.