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 Lille.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pharoah Sanders to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Basic Channel,
Flash Fearless,
Marc Almond,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Danielle Patucci,
Yaz,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Techniques,
Faust,
Rakim,
Schoolly D,
the Normal,
Livin' Joy,
Stetsasonic,
Icehouse,
The Beau Brummels,
Marshall Jefferson,
Josef K,
JFA,
Joe Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Parry Music,
Yazoo,
The United States of America,
Oblivians,
Neil Young,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Selecter,
Television,
Gichy Dan,
Magazine,
Prince Buster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Simply Red,
World's Most,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sällskapet,
Negative Approach,
Fela Kuti,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Pus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-102,
Jeff Lynne,
Rekid,
Ronnie Foster,
Skriet,
Lower 48,
H. Thieme,
Nirvana,
MC5,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.