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 Burundi 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 Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Matthew Bourne to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
The Seeds,
Index,
F. McDonald,
The Standells,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aural Exciters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bronski Beat,
The Monochrome Set,
Hot Snakes,
The Gap Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amon Düül II,
Iggy Pop,
The Index,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter and Kerry,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Star Department,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gabor Szabo,
Half Japanese,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Schoolly D,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tears for Fears,
Suburban Knight,
The Five Americans,
Derrick Morgan,
Davy DMX,
Skarface,
Sister Nancy,
Albert Ayler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Slackers,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Don Cherry,
Gichy Dan,
Letta Mbulu,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeff Mills,
Goldenarms,
Nico,
Royal Trux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cheater Slicks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Absolute Body Control,
Stetsasonic,
Dead Boys,
Joyce Sims,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.