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 Nigeria and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Music Machine to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The Buckinghams,
Nirvana,
Sight & Sound,
the Swans,
Sam Rivers,
Metal Thangz,
The Pretty Things,
Pylon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronan,
Bad Manners,
Black Sheep,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gladiators,
Hardrive,
Heaven 17,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Royal Trux,
Popol Vuh,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash,
E-Dancer,
Mission of Burma,
Technova,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Certain Ratio,
Niagra,
Faraquet,
Todd Terry,
Surgeon,
DJ Style,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Massinfluence,
The Gories,
Funkadelic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABC,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sound Behaviour,
Ten City,
Radio Birdman,
New Age Steppers,
Minnie Riperton,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sister Nancy,
The Offenders,
Kas Product,
Wasted Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Adolescents,
Jawbox,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jandek,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.