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 Georgia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Moss Icon to the electroclash 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Rekid,
Cheater Slicks,
the Swans,
Boredoms,
Ronnie Foster,
Scan 7,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric Dolphy,
Magma,
Barbara Tucker,
Jacob Miller,
Altered Images,
Robert Görl,
Talk Talk,
Stetsasonic,
Average White Band,
Scratch Acid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
KRS-One,
The Doors,
Fela Kuti,
Franke,
Japan,
Porter Ricks,
Newcleus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rod Modell,
The J.B.'s,
Erasure,
Circle Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
PIL,
Can,
OOIOO,
James White and The Blacks,
Joensuu 1685,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
This Heat,
Chris Corsano,
Kenny Larkin,
Grey Daturas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Blues Magoos,
The Detroit Cobras,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Osbourne,
June Days,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tres Demented,
Spoonie Gee,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Interpol,
Amon Düül II,
Half Japanese,
Carl Craig,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.