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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dark Day to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Archie Shepp,
Moebius,
Warren Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Theoretical Girls,
Bauhaus,
Chris Corsano,
Skaos,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Christie,
Leonard Cohen,
Donny Hathaway,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Angels of Light,
Dark Day,
Interpol,
The Smiths,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül II,
A Flock of Seagulls,
L. Decosne,
CMW,
Magazine,
The Techniques,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joensuu 1685,
Isaac Hayes,
Monolake,
Rosa Yemen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter & Gordon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Zapp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mark Hollis,
Wolf Eyes,
Roxette,
Severed Heads,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
JFA,
Nick Fraelich,
DNA,
Audionom,
Junior Murvin,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fela Kuti,
Eli Mardock,
Aaron Thompson,
Alphaville,
David Bowie,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Searchers,
Pussy Galore,
Deadbeat,
Jandek,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Smog,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.