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 Gambia and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Grauzone to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shoche,
Avey Tare,
In Retrospect,
FM Einheit,
Trumans Water,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DNA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oneida,
Yellowson,
Lindisfarne,
Black Moon,
Sällskapet,
Derrick Morgan,
The Victims,
Lyres,
Chris Corsano,
The Wake,
Rotary Connection,
The Electric Prunes,
Ken Boothe,
the Soft Cell,
Darondo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pylon,
Kaleidoscope,
kango's stein massive,
Moebius,
Albert Ayler,
Mo-Dettes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
R.M.O.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Excepter,
Groovy Waters,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kas Product,
The Real Kids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radiohead,
Soft Machine,
Accadde A,
Deadbeat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hoover,
The Selecter,
AZ,
Adolescents,
MC5,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.