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 Haiti and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Residents to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Bobby Byrd,
Main Source,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül II,
Scan 7,
Ludus,
X-101,
The Martian,
Eden Ahbez,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare,
Reagan Youth,
Zero Boys,
Accadde A,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeff Mills,
Swell Maps,
Flash Fearless,
The American Breed,
Kaleidoscope,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Near,
L. Decosne,
Barbara Tucker,
The Trojans,
Talk Talk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Shoche,
The Dead C,
Barclay James Harvest,
World's Most,
The Move,
Peter & Gordon,
The Evens,
The J.B.'s,
Tres Demented,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sandy B,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Skatalites,
Ultra Naté,
Delta 5,
Rod Modell,
Average White Band,
Cal Tjader,
Chris & Cosey,
Flipper,
Marc Almond,
The Count Five,
Kayak,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
The Kinks,
JFA,
Deadbeat,
Crooked Eye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scrapy,
Howard Jones,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.