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 Bhutan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Doors to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
MC5,
Moebius,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eve St. Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
Terry Callier,
Maleditus Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Nico,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
Delon & Dalcan,
U.S. Maple,
The Blues Magoos,
Godley & Creme,
Piero Umiliani,
Grey Daturas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Q65,
Chris Corsano,
Technova,
Cecil Taylor,
F. McDonald,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Tremeloes,
Make Up,
Ice-T,
The Angels of Light,
Au Pairs,
The Cramps,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echospace,
Dual Sessions,
Pulsallama,
The Buckinghams,
The Gories,
Popol Vuh,
Bob Dylan,
Niagra,
June of 44,
Main Source,
Harmonia,
K-Klass,
Suburban Knight,
Sight & Sound,
Excepter,
Sonic Youth,
Skaos,
E-Dancer,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Unrelated Segments,
The Standells,
Tubeway Army,
Flash Fearless,
The Monochrome Set,
Al Stewart,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Music Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.