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 Korea North and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Harmonia to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Porter Ricks,
Hot Snakes,
Blossom Toes,
B.T. Express,
Anakelly,
Pylon,
Surgeon,
Brothers Johnson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joy Division,
Harry Pussy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lower 48,
Goldenarms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eden Ahbez,
Pierre Henry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fuzztones,
Cybotron,
The Angels of Light,
X-101,
L. Decosne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pagans,
Nick Fraelich,
Quantec,
Au Pairs,
Jandek,
Skaos,
Alton Ellis,
Bill Near,
The Golliwogs,
Lungfish,
Moebius,
Matthew Bourne,
Groovy Waters,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Hill,
The Names,
Sam Rivers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pet Shop Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Minor Threat,
Yaz,
Harmonia,
The Happenings,
The Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
Amon Düül,
Kerri Chandler,
FM Einheit,
David McCallum,
Maurizio,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.