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 St Lucia and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Dual Sessions to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Donald Byrd,
The Birthday Party,
Andrew Hill,
Audionom,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gabor Szabo,
The Happenings,
Ice-T,
Crash Course in Science,
Pantaleimon,
Slick Rick,
The Trojans,
Magma,
Fifty Foot Hose,
a-ha,
The Cramps,
Funky Four + One,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arab on Radar,
Warren Ellis,
Crime,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
JFA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Halsall,
Don Cherry,
Letta Mbulu,
Minor Threat,
Eurythmics,
Angry Samoans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Toni Rubio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Seeds,
Tears for Fears,
The American Breed,
Rites of Spring,
Thompson Twins,
the Soft Cell,
Faust,
Laurel Aitken,
Intrusion,
Motorama,
Kayak,
China Crisis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deakin,
Agent Orange,
Black Flag,
Masters at Work,
Heaven 17,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Finger,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mojo Men,
Anthony Braxton,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.