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 Dominican Republic and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Nick Fraelich to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Pussy Galore,
Cecil Taylor,
Blake Baxter,
Television,
Wings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dawn Penn,
The Evens,
The J.B.'s,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cure,
Harmonia,
This Heat,
Saccharine Trust,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris & Cosey,
Joy Division,
Robert Hood,
Camberwell Now,
The Selecter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
kango's stein massive,
The Gladiators,
the Fania All-Stars,
Excepter,
Skarface,
The Angels of Light,
Agitation Free,
Fatback Band,
Scan 7,
Kerrie Biddell,
Trumans Water,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Crooked Eye,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantytec,
H. Thieme,
Erykah Badu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marc Almond,
Byron Stingily,
Quantec,
Mandrill,
Shuggie Otis,
Ossler,
John Cale,
Bad Manners,
The Seeds,
Sparks,
Pantaleimon,
Flipper,
Liliput,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cluster,
Crime,
Youth Brigade,
Pagans,
Subhumans,
The Birthday Party,
Theoretical Girls,
China Crisis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.