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 Turkmenistan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Ossler to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
David McCallum,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DNA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
These Immortal Souls,
Nico,
The Invisible,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Sonics,
Can,
The Monochrome Set,
The Angels of Light,
the Normal,
Dennis Brown,
cv313,
Fat Boys,
Royal Trux,
The Cure,
Moby Grape,
Intrusion,
Eric Copeland,
La Düsseldorf,
Mad Mike,
The Fall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare,
Ten City,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Blues Magoos,
Camouflage,
Alphaville,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nation of Ulysses,
Derrick Morgan,
Roxy Music,
Nas,
Echospace,
The Birthday Party,
Camberwell Now,
Fear,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Anthony Braxton,
Wasted Youth,
Essential Logic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thompson Twins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Blackbyrds,
Surgeon,
Grey Daturas,
Chris Corsano,
Flipper,
Sun City Girls,
Duran Duran,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.