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 Jamaica and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the dance 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Country Teasers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Charles Mingus,
Audionom,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare,
The Mummies,
The Angels of Light,
Rotary Connection,
Bang On A Can,
Index,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Al Stewart,
T. Rex,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Litter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camberwell Now,
Susan Cadogan,
Radio Birdman,
Alton Ellis,
Nik Kershaw,
Suburban Knight,
The Trojans,
DJ Style,
OOIOO,
Tommy Roe,
The Electric Prunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Slave,
Hot Snakes,
Wings,
Lou Reed,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wire,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cluster,
Model 500,
FM Einheit,
The Stooges,
Derrick May,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
cv313,
Neu!,
The Vogues,
Guru Guru,
This Heat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barbara Tucker,
Television,
Albert Ayler,
Sister Nancy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Steve Hackett,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brothers Johnson,
Howard Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Anakelly,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.