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 Chad 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 ABC to the techno 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quantec,
The Knickerbockers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Silicon Teens,
Brass Construction,
Gichy Dan,
Half Japanese,
ABBA,
Cluster,
Ronan,
Sonic Youth,
The Evens,
Alphaville,
Model 500,
Country Teasers,
Sugar Minott,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scientists,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Velvet Underground,
Dave Gahan,
Derrick May,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hashim,
Glenn Branca,
Funky Four + One,
Metal Thangz,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric Dolphy,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Associates,
Whodini,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Trumans Water,
R.M.O.,
Royal Trux,
Warsaw,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pylon,
Nils Olav,
Flipper,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hot Snakes,
The Modern Lovers,
Erykah Badu,
Fat Boys,
Infiniti,
Cecil Taylor,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Five Americans,
Zero Boys,
China Crisis,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.