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 Morocco and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Matthew Halsall,
The Stooges,
The Remains,
Vainqueur,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sister Nancy,
China Crisis,
MC5,
Bluetip,
Desert Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Toasters,
The Black Dice,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
U.S. Maple,
Schoolly D,
Neu!,
The Blackbyrds,
Scrapy,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zapp,
Unwound,
Dawn Penn,
Soul II Soul,
Throbbing Gristle,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Loose Ends,
Fear,
The Velvet Underground,
10cc,
The Sound,
Gong,
The Busters,
Yusef Lateef,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Cale,
Bauhaus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Age Steppers,
Blancmange,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tears for Fears,
Agitation Free,
Qualms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lindisfarne,
Trumans Water,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Associates,
Jacob Miller,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slackers,
The Tremeloes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.