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 Colombia and from Woodstock.
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 Toronto and Edmonton.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pharoah Sanders to the rock 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Parry Music,
B.T. Express,
The Fugs,
Alice Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tres Demented,
Godley & Creme,
Darondo,
Graham Central Station,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
MDC,
Lou Christie,
Aswad,
the Normal,
Second Layer,
Bill Wells,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Warren Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rapeman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neu!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Machine,
Alphaville,
OOIOO,
New Order,
Porter Ricks,
Bauhaus,
Pagans,
Agitation Free,
Danielle Patucci,
The Barracudas,
Silicon Teens,
The Angels of Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
Bush Tetras,
Barrington Levy,
Moby Grape,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Wake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlback,
New York Dolls,
Anakelly,
Marvin Gaye,
Intrusion,
The Gap Band,
Letta Mbulu,
The Star Department,
Todd Terry,
The Seeds,
Arthur Verocai,
The Music Machine,
Skriet,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.