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 Guyana and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Lou Reed & John Cale 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
A Certain Ratio,
Cluster,
Todd Terry,
Eric Copeland,
Little Man,
Laurel Aitken,
Average White Band,
Marine Girls,
Sandy B,
Nick Fraelich,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dirtbombs,
Anakelly,
The Barracudas,
Derrick Morgan,
H. Thieme,
Wolf Eyes,
CMW,
Barrington Levy,
Joy Division,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Starr,
Altered Images,
The Real Kids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Make Up,
World's Most,
Unwound,
Slick Rick,
Theoretical Girls,
Symarip,
Youth Brigade,
David Axelrod,
Gong,
EPMD,
Marvin Gaye,
Nils Olav,
Ossler,
Tomorrow,
the Swans,
Ultra Naté,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-Ray Spex,
Zapp,
The Black Dice,
Robert Hood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ice-T,
The Count Five,
China Crisis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scientists,
the Association,
Alton Ellis,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.