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 Afghanistan and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Donald Fagen 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 Bang On A Can to the funk 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Anakelly,
Wings,
Scott Walker,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Martian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ituana,
Thee Headcoats,
The Beau Brummels,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Unwound,
Section 25,
Aaron Thompson,
The Names,
KRS-One,
Bobby Byrd,
Archie Shepp,
Black Moon,
Minor Threat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Absolute Body Control,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Holt,
Henry Cow,
ABC,
Depeche Mode,
Essential Logic,
Television,
The Happenings,
Robert Görl,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cecil Taylor,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Normal,
Scan 7,
Pylon,
Shuggie Otis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Spandau Ballet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tubeway Army,
Amon Düül II,
Johnny Clarke,
The Move,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moby Grape,
Jacob Miller,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Red Krayola,
Todd Terry,
Peter & Gordon,
AZ,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The American Breed,
Eric Copeland,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joensuu 1685,
The Barracudas,
The Cramps,
Bad Manners,
Sex Pistols,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.