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 Israel and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Black Pus to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Ludus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Public Enemy,
Scratch Acid,
These Immortal Souls,
Urselle,
Nik Kershaw,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monochrome Set,
Thompson Twins,
Sun Ra,
Gang Starr,
The Invisible,
Josef K,
Chris & Cosey,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dual Sessions,
Harmonia,
Nick Fraelich,
Yazoo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Piero Umiliani,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mars,
New Age Steppers,
Fugazi,
K-Klass,
The Moleskins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Stooges,
The Black Dice,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Red Krayola,
Matthew Halsall,
Barbara Tucker,
Flamin' Groovies,
Technova,
Darondo,
John Coltrane,
Ronan,
a-ha,
Andrew Hill,
Maurizio,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bronski Beat,
Rosa Yemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Goldenarms,
Lucky Dragons,
The Count Five,
Circle Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.