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 Liechtenstein and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
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 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 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 Essential Logic 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
The Invisible,
Judy Mowatt,
Eve St. Jones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Toni Rubio,
The Walker Brothers,
Y Pants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Moon,
Prince Buster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ronan,
Yazoo,
Mars,
The Angels of Light,
Erykah Badu,
Roger Hodgson,
Bauhaus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Siglo XX,
Section 25,
Wally Richardson,
FM Einheit,
Letta Mbulu,
Infiniti,
Steve Hackett,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen,
Reagan Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter & Gordon,
Blake Baxter,
The Associates,
Blancmange,
Skaos,
Tommy Roe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young,
Yellowson,
Desert Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chris Corsano,
Little Man,
The Music Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Smog,
Saccharine Trust,
Man Parrish,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.