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 Eritrea and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Robert Görl to the disco 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Al Stewart,
Eddi Front,
Steve Hackett,
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers,
Absolute Body Control,
The Smoke,
Magma,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eyeless In Gaza,
James White and The Blacks,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mojo Men,
Maleditus Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ice-T,
Joensuu 1685,
Gichy Dan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pussy Galore,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rites of Spring,
The Saints,
Davy DMX,
Marine Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Monks,
Robert Görl,
Scientists,
U.S. Maple,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Names,
The Modern Lovers,
Model 500,
Fugazi,
World's Most,
DJ Sneak,
Wally Richardson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Icehouse,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eurythmics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rod Modell,
The Cure,
Banda Bassotti,
Q65,
Fluxion,
Darondo,
Agitation Free,
Agent Orange,
the Swans,
Delta 5,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.