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 Czech Republic and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the crunk 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hoover,
Wolf Eyes,
Inner City,
Scientists,
Peter & Gordon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Wells,
The Invisible,
Nils Olav,
T.S.O.L.,
New Order,
Matthew Halsall,
Mandrill,
Animal Collective,
Massinfluence,
The Searchers,
Deakin,
Dennis Brown,
Judy Mowatt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Excepter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Model 500,
the Germs,
Eve St. Jones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lucky Dragons,
Henry Cow,
Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABC,
Boredoms,
Thee Headcoats,
Vainqueur,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Letta Mbulu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Absolute Body Control,
Minny Pops,
Accadde A,
Throbbing Gristle,
Johnny Clarke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Flag,
LL Cool J,
Joensuu 1685,
Marmalade,
The Birthday Party,
Easy Going,
The Techniques,
Flipper,
Sight & Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ten City,
The American Breed,
Radio Birdman,
The J.B.'s,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.