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 Canada and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the rock 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo 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?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Von Mondo,
Panda Bear,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Offenders,
Rosa Yemen,
Duran Duran,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
cv313,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul II Soul,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moebius,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Angry Samoans,
La Düsseldorf,
June Days,
Joensuu 1685,
H. Thieme,
Eric Dolphy,
David Axelrod,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pussy Galore,
Nas,
Brothers Johnson,
Pole,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
Deepchord,
Rod Modell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fire Engines,
The Residents,
Visage,
the Germs,
Scan 7,
The Cramps,
Ronan,
L. Decosne,
Black Sheep,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vladislav Delay,
The Victims,
The Blackbyrds,
The Trojans,
Black Pus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blake Baxter,
Warsaw,
Sam Rivers,
The Kinks,
The Neon Judgement,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.