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 Mongolia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nils Olav to the dance 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amon Düül,
Crime,
Second Layer,
Soul II Soul,
Talk Talk,
Panda Bear,
Reagan Youth,
Ultra Naté,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lungfish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skriet,
Rosa Yemen,
Ohio Players,
Vladislav Delay,
The Selecter,
Peter and Kerry,
The Real Kids,
Black Pus,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed,
Siglo XX,
Parry Music,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bluetip,
Desert Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Janne Schatter,
The Divine Comedy,
The Busters,
Lucky Dragons,
New Age Steppers,
Harmonia,
Model 500,
Malaria!,
MDC,
Blossom Toes,
Donny Hathaway,
The Toasters,
Gabor Szabo,
Average White Band,
Wings,
John Cale,
Newcleus,
The Invisible,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nas,
the Normal,
Barbara Tucker,
MC5,
The Gun Club,
Oblivians,
The Grass Roots,
The Five Americans,
Sam Rivers,
The Slits,
Bronski Beat,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.