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 Cameroon and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Monks to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hoover,
Patti Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nico,
Junior Murvin,
Intrusion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Connie Case,
Gang Starr,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blues Magoos,
Pagans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sex Pistols,
Nik Kershaw,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Wyatt,
Marine Girls,
Darondo,
Amon Düül II,
Bad Manners,
The Victims,
Moebius,
Eurythmics,
F. McDonald,
Erasure,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ice-T,
Crooked Eye,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joey Negro,
Tears for Fears,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Raincoats,
Duran Duran,
The Mojo Men,
X-102,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barry Ungar,
Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Sneak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Sandy B,
Robert Görl,
Bush Tetras,
Negative Approach,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
FM Einheit,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MC5,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eddi Front,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.