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 Thailand and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Pantytec to the funk 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joey Negro,
Robert Wyatt,
Fugazi,
Josef K,
X-102,
Oneida,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funky Four + One,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dorothy Ashby,
H. Thieme,
Gabor Szabo,
Althea and Donna,
The New Christs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Whodini,
Magazine,
The Gories,
Patti Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Television Personalities,
Lalann,
Black Moon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
kango's stein massive,
David McCallum,
Bobby Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gun Club,
Babytalk,
Pulsallama,
Pantaleimon,
Parry Music,
Icehouse,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Urselle,
Michelle Simonal,
Duran Duran,
Black Sheep,
Darondo,
Hoover,
ABC,
Eden Ahbez,
The Invisible,
Bizarre Inc.,
K-Klass,
The Cowsills,
Minutemen,
AZ,
Con Funk Shun,
The Five Americans,
Thompson Twins,
John Holt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ossler,
Circle Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.