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 Samoa and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
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,
Country Teasers,
John Holt,
The Sound,
Gang Starr,
Flipper,
Terry Callier,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Clear Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Görl,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spandau Ballet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reuben Wilson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lungfish,
Barry Ungar,
Man Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quantec,
David Bowie,
Dual Sessions,
Rotary Connection,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sandy B,
Skarface,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Names,
Mars,
Wasted Youth,
Yazoo,
The Trojans,
Sight & Sound,
Anakelly,
The Motions,
D'Angelo,
Moebius,
Depeche Mode,
the Bar-Kays,
Alison Limerick,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Prunes,
The Five Americans,
The Red Krayola,
Cymande,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Supertramp,
Ituana,
Brand Nubian,
Television,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Count Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Raincoats,
Kenny Larkin,
Main Source,
Porter Ricks,
Delta 5,
Smog,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.