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 Barbados and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the techno 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Bad Manners,
Nirvana,
X-102,
The Zeros,
Reuben Wilson,
Ponytail,
the Normal,
Easy Going,
Boredoms,
The Slackers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dawn Penn,
The Techniques,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Five Americans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wings,
The J.B.'s,
Althea and Donna,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Parry Music,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Al Stewart,
Can,
The Barracudas,
Siglo XX,
Eden Ahbez,
K-Klass,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flipper,
Bizarre Inc.,
Desert Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
David McCallum,
Audionom,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Infiniti,
Ludus,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Youth Brigade,
Bill Near,
MDC,
Aswad,
Half Japanese,
Public Enemy,
Shuggie Otis,
Scrapy,
The Birthday Party,
Moss Icon,
Laurel Aitken,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Funkadelic,
Minnie Riperton,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cramps,
Organ,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultravox,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.