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 Bangladesh and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Can to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Subhumans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arcadia,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Absolute Body Control,
Kenny Larkin,
Pole,
Royal Trux,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fortunes,
Swell Maps,
U.S. Maple,
The Residents,
Scrapy,
KRS-One,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Babytalk,
Rakim,
the Sonics,
The Five Americans,
Joyce Sims,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arab on Radar,
The Star Department,
T.S.O.L.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Althea and Donna,
Al Stewart,
The Birthday Party,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Franke,
Tears for Fears,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Skatalites,
Saccharine Trust,
Adolescents,
The Moody Blues,
Alphaville,
Jeff Mills,
Funky Four + One,
Piero Umiliani,
Bootsy Collins,
Loose Ends,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott Heron,
Surgeon,
Eric Copeland,
Johnny Osbourne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Raincoats,
Joe Smooth,
Skaos,
Davy DMX,
Soft Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.