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 Czech Republic and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lou Reed 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 Crispy Ambulance to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Gabor Szabo,
Moebius,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Names,
The Trojans,
Yellowson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fatback Band,
Skriet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smoke,
Sister Nancy,
Arab on Radar,
The Happenings,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
CMW,
Marvin Gaye,
Jandek,
Morten Harket,
The Velvet Underground,
Scan 7,
The Fugs,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gap Band,
Robert Hood,
Cybotron,
The Cure,
the Normal,
Idris Muhammad,
Reuben Wilson,
Donny Hathaway,
Laurel Aitken,
Bush Tetras,
Ultra Naté,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Parrish,
The Saints,
The Star Department,
Television,
Smog,
Symarip,
Quadrant,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soft Machine,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harmonia,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Khruangbin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Infiniti,
The Evens,
Max Romeo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rod Modell,
The Slackers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Don Cherry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.