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 Nepal and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Minny Pops to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
The Busters,
Bang On A Can,
Barry Ungar,
Terry Callier,
The Martian,
Sun City Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Ornette Coleman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Albert Ayler,
The Music Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Mark Hollis,
Das Ding,
The New Christs,
Deakin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Main Source,
Letta Mbulu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mojo Men,
Bush Tetras,
Drive Like Jehu,
D'Angelo,
Ludus,
Wings,
48th St. Collective,
Minutemen,
The Dead C,
Cluster,
Icehouse,
Eric Copeland,
Piero Umiliani,
Jacob Miller,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
Soft Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Altered Images,
The Misunderstood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dead Boys,
Zero Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Man Parrish,
Ten City,
Henry Cow,
Aloha Tigers,
The Black Dice,
Dark Day,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oneida,
Vainqueur,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cal Tjader,
Chris Corsano,
Tom Boy,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.