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 Samoa and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 The Durutti Column to the grunge 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
John Holt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Near,
Popol Vuh,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sister Nancy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Los Fastidios,
Black Bananas,
The Knickerbockers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arthur Verocai,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Don Cherry,
Inner City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sound Behaviour,
Yaz,
Scientists,
Donald Byrd,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Swell Maps,
The American Breed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonny Sharrock,
10cc,
Whodini,
Bobby Byrd,
the Fania All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Modern Lovers,
Cecil Taylor,
Schoolly D,
Mr. Review,
Zapp,
The Raincoats,
Spandau Ballet,
Marvin Gaye,
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Delta 5,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marc Almond,
Royal Trux,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Offenders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
F. McDonald,
Erykah Badu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harry Pussy,
Marine Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Terry Callier,
Robert Görl,
Radiohead,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.