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 Ghana and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Brothers Johnson to the rap 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eddi Front record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Metal Thangz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare,
Lou Christie,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joy Division,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maurizio,
The Mummies,
PIL,
The Busters,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fuzztones,
Marmalade,
Gregory Isaacs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Star Department,
K-Klass,
Hashim,
Matthew Bourne,
Nick Fraelich,
Interpol,
kango's stein massive,
Spoonie Gee,
Skriet,
Lalann,
Buzzcocks,
R.M.O.,
The Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MDC,
Babytalk,
Kayak,
David Axelrod,
Cameo,
Gong,
The Human League,
Shoche,
The Red Krayola,
Jandek,
Mars,
Intrusion,
Altered Images,
Robert Görl,
Lightning Bolt,
Magma,
Steve Hackett,
Oblivians,
Joey Negro,
Hasil Adkins,
Eden Ahbez,
Sandy B,
Michelle Simonal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Connie Case,
Sam Rivers,
The Durutti Column,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alphaville,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.