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 Botswana and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the rap 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Section 25,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Electric Prunes,
The Buckinghams,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hot Snakes,
Pylon,
Sixth Finger,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric Copeland,
Henry Cow,
The Move,
Boredoms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Freddie Wadling,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June of 44,
Robert Görl,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Surgeon,
Don Cherry,
Panda Bear,
Hardrive,
The Moody Blues,
Ossler,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sonic Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Rites of Spring,
Black Sheep,
Tubeway Army,
Maleditus Sound,
The Saints,
Chrome,
Franke,
Byron Stingily,
Brass Construction,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
The New Christs,
Mission of Burma,
Monks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultravox,
Maurizio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Altered Images,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Prince Buster,
Tres Demented,
E-Dancer,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.