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 New Zealand and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Make Up to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Alice Coltrane,
The Walker Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Piero Umiliani,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chris & Cosey,
Prince Buster,
Subhumans,
Eric Copeland,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Clear Light,
Fat Boys,
Sandy B,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Massinfluence,
Morten Harket,
Letta Mbulu,
Jandek,
The Associates,
Jeff Lynne,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spoonie Gee,
LL Cool J,
The Techniques,
The Fuzztones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Duran Duran,
The Fugs,
Altered Images,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Archie Shepp,
Urselle,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crime,
Talk Talk,
Sonic Youth,
Camouflage,
Sam Rivers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Motorama,
The Slackers,
Aswad,
Wasted Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minutemen,
Mission of Burma,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Fania All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.