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 Tunisia and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cave & The Bad Seeds to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
Little Man,
Prince Buster,
The Moleskins,
Nick Fraelich,
Silicon Teens,
Boredoms,
Popol Vuh,
Brass Construction,
Marmalade,
The Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scrapy,
Radio Birdman,
Intrusion,
the Swans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yaz,
Easy Going,
The Divine Comedy,
Charles Mingus,
The Knickerbockers,
Grauzone,
Rosa Yemen,
Anthony Braxton,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nik Kershaw,
MC5,
Faust,
Don Cherry,
The Remains,
Barrington Levy,
Stereo Dub,
Ultravox,
China Crisis,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-102,
Danielle Patucci,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
B.T. Express,
Gichy Dan,
Blake Baxter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Vogues,
Soul II Soul,
Angry Samoans,
The Velvet Underground,
Arcadia,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Görl,
Eric Copeland,
Sällskapet,
Basic Channel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
H. Thieme,
Skaos,
EPMD,
Crime,
Max Romeo,
Roxy Music,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.