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 Malaysia and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Panda Bear to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Roger Hodgson,
The Associates,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Idris Muhammad,
Kenny Larkin,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cecil Taylor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Motions,
Trumans Water,
Josef K,
Bizarre Inc.,
Matthew Halsall,
Rotary Connection,
The Techniques,
Wire,
48th St. Collective,
The American Breed,
Scan 7,
Fluxion,
Amon Düül II,
Ohio Players,
Gang Green,
Half Japanese,
Hashim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pole,
Grey Daturas,
Mars,
Sandy B,
Alice Coltrane,
Lakeside,
FM Einheit,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scratch Acid,
Dennis Brown,
Delon & Dalcan,
Procol Harum,
Section 25,
Symarip,
Donald Byrd,
Graham Central Station,
Tommy Roe,
Ronan,
Masters at Work,
Darondo,
The Doors,
Bang On A Can,
Fat Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Organ,
Godley & Creme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Selecter,
Camouflage,
The Gladiators,
Adolescents,
Susan Cadogan,
Bad Manners,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.