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 Bolivia and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Monks,
Spoonie Gee,
New Order,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gong,
Gang of Four,
Alison Limerick,
Deakin,
Con Funk Shun,
The Blues Magoos,
Wings,
The Fuzztones,
Maleditus Sound,
The Names,
Ralphi Rosario,
Unrelated Segments,
Neil Young,
Shuggie Otis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
kango's stein massive,
Lungfish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glenn Branca,
The Neon Judgement,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric Dolphy,
Minnie Riperton,
Joy Division,
John Holt,
Stereo Dub,
The Walker Brothers,
The Kinks,
T.S.O.L.,
B.T. Express,
Jandek,
Clear Light,
Yusef Lateef,
Sällskapet,
Fela Kuti,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cecil Taylor,
John Lydon,
The American Breed,
The Electric Prunes,
Negative Approach,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moby Grape,
Black Pus,
David Axelrod,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scott Walker,
Supertramp,
Dark Day,
Hashim,
The Raincoats,
FM Einheit,
Severed Heads,
Vainqueur,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.