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 Brunei and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sarah Menescal to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
The United States of America,
Dead Boys,
Slick Rick,
Lightning Bolt,
Trumans Water,
Piero Umiliani,
kango's stein massive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flash Fearless,
The Last Poets,
The Durutti Column,
Neu!,
Sarah Menescal,
Ken Boothe,
The Techniques,
Schoolly D,
Hashim,
F. McDonald,
Theoretical Girls,
Masters at Work,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Monolake,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yazoo,
The Five Americans,
Bang On A Can,
Simply Red,
L. Decosne,
Visage,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Happenings,
Lindisfarne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hoover,
Ultra Naté,
Niagra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
Ponytail,
Ludus,
The Gap Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Anthony Braxton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stetsasonic,
Idris Muhammad,
Curtis Mayfield,
Essential Logic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Malaria!,
Letta Mbulu,
EPMD,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Smiths,
These Immortal Souls,
Marmalade,
Alphaville,
Silicon Teens,
the Fania All-Stars,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.