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 Ukraine and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
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 synthesizer 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 Connie Case to the techno 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Ornette Coleman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Procol Harum,
One Last Wish,
Q and Not U,
Gichy Dan,
the Slits,
Nik Kershaw,
Rapeman,
Fluxion,
The Stooges,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vainqueur,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Albert Ayler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Music Machine,
Scott Walker,
Yusef Lateef,
Talk Talk,
The Names,
The Victims,
Monks,
Tres Demented,
Infiniti,
The Skatalites,
Lakeside,
Whodini,
World's Most,
Camouflage,
Tommy Roe,
Panda Bear,
Scratch Acid,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Sonics,
Warren Ellis,
Newcleus,
Spandau Ballet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Silicon Teens,
Delta 5,
Bob Dylan,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun Ra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Grass Roots,
The Seeds,
Grey Daturas,
Sällskapet,
Dual Sessions,
Connie Case,
The Offenders,
Excepter,
Laurel Aitken,
Jawbox,
X-Ray Spex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Harpers Bizarre,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.