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 Oman and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Hashim to the punk 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brand Nubian,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Velvet Underground,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mo-Dettes,
DJ Style,
Fatback Band,
Robert Hood,
Livin' Joy,
Guru Guru,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T.S.O.L.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deakin,
Joe Finger,
Cameo,
Japan,
Nirvana,
Judy Mowatt,
Clear Light,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vladislav Delay,
Fluxion,
Desert Stars,
The Music Machine,
The Doors,
Quadrant,
Make Up,
Kaleidoscope,
The J.B.'s,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wasted Youth,
Sonic Youth,
Juan Atkins,
Negative Approach,
The Shadows of Knight,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Neon Judgement,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pantaleimon,
Charles Mingus,
The Leaves,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Drive Like Jehu,
Infiniti,
the Bar-Kays,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The American Breed,
Barbara Tucker,
The Vogues,
H. Thieme,
Boredoms,
Letta Mbulu,
Television,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.