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 Switzerland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Brick to the grunge 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
The Smoke,
Dark Day,
Don Cherry,
The Techniques,
Ossler,
Judy Mowatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dawn Penn,
John Coltrane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Laurel Aitken,
Bad Manners,
Jacques Brel,
Visage,
Minor Threat,
Bang On A Can,
Urselle,
Janne Schatter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Easy Going,
Au Pairs,
Quantec,
Sam Rivers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minutemen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bush Tetras,
Deepchord,
Quando Quango,
Joe Finger,
The Zeros,
Depeche Mode,
Motorama,
Todd Rundgren,
The Walker Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Althea and Donna,
Infiniti,
Tres Demented,
June Days,
The Blues Magoos,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cameo,
Man Parrish,
Crime,
the Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
Yazoo,
Eden Ahbez,
Arthur Verocai,
a-ha,
China Crisis,
Harry Pussy,
Talk Talk,
The J.B.'s,
Schoolly D,
AZ,
Ice-T,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.