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 Taiwan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Max Romeo to the dance 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
The Smoke,
Sam Rivers,
K-Klass,
T.S.O.L.,
Rapeman,
Slick Rick,
10cc,
Toni Rubio,
Crooked Eye,
Scan 7,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Velvet Underground,
Bauhaus,
Animal Collective,
The Fall,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Red Krayola,
H. Thieme,
Arcadia,
Warsaw,
Gang Gang Dance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Max Romeo,
Colin Newman,
Harry Pussy,
Quando Quango,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Shoche,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kayak,
FM Einheit,
Scrapy,
Siglo XX,
Porter Ricks,
The Selecter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Agent Orange,
The Blackbyrds,
Aaron Thompson,
Fugazi,
Jeru the Damaja,
Josef K,
Negative Approach,
The Invisible,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Magazine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scientists,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hardrive,
X-Ray Spex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Techniques,
Mandrill,
Amon Düül II,
Niagra,
Drexciya,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.