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 Germany and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 The Happenings to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funky Four + One,
Essential Logic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moebius,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fire Engines,
Sam Rivers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Matthew Halsall,
The Kinks,
Cluster,
Fela Kuti,
Alton Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
Jacob Miller,
Pantytec,
Joensuu 1685,
The United States of America,
Electric Prunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Residents,
Black Flag,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monks,
June Days,
Dual Sessions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Desert Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Nirvana,
Peter and Kerry,
Colin Newman,
The Human League,
Skriet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minny Pops,
Negative Approach,
Deepchord,
Eric Copeland,
Jeff Mills,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minnie Riperton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Warsaw,
Albert Ayler,
Sällskapet,
The Happenings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Pus,
Flipper,
ABBA,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monks,
Unrelated Segments,
Al Stewart,
MDC,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.