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 Serbia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
One Last Wish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeff Mills,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Bourne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sam Rivers,
Tears for Fears,
DJ Sneak,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Style,
Joe Finger,
Visage,
The Victims,
Das Ding,
Graham Central Station,
Scientists,
New Order,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June of 44,
Sonic Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Litter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Anthony Braxton,
Maleditus Sound,
Loose Ends,
The Fall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oneida,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fuzztones,
Juan Atkins,
Arab on Radar,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Sheep,
Boredoms,
Sex Pistols,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Pus,
Chrome,
Althea and Donna,
the Bar-Kays,
Camouflage,
Marmalade,
Barry Ungar,
Nas,
Spandau Ballet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Procol Harum,
Reuben Wilson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Slits,
Faraquet,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.