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 Jordan 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Terry Callier to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
The Index,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispy Ambulance,
Patti Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
Funky Four + One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marmalade,
H. Thieme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
David Bowie,
Dave Gahan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Michelle Simonal,
Smog,
Skriet,
Amazonics,
T.S.O.L.,
Max Romeo,
Jeff Mills,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skarface,
Scott Walker,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Music Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Thompson Twins,
Niagra,
The Names,
Fela Kuti,
Mission of Burma,
Henry Cow,
The Fall,
Dark Day,
The Vogues,
DNA,
Lindisfarne,
Mark Hollis,
The Angels of Light,
Mantronix,
Arab on Radar,
Kas Product,
X-Ray Spex,
Flamin' Groovies,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Birthday Party,
Liliput,
Yusef Lateef,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Tim Buckley,
World's Most,
Motorama,
Loose Ends,
Scion,
Moss Icon,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Almond,
The Cramps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.