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 Slovakia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 MDC to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alice Coltrane,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Funky Four + One,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Buckinghams,
UT,
Fela Kuti,
The Pop Group,
Reuben Wilson,
Donny Hathaway,
Pussy Galore,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Supertramp,
Byron Stingily,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Hill,
The Techniques,
Arab on Radar,
Vainqueur,
Tom Boy,
Altered Images,
Quantec,
Ultimate Spinach,
Smog,
The Fall,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Swans,
Oneida,
Minutemen,
Wally Richardson,
Technova,
Spoonie Gee,
Brand Nubian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Patti Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Carl Craig,
Pylon,
X-101,
Ralphi Rosario,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sonics,
Amon Düül,
Slick Rick,
Pierre Henry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lindisfarne,
CMW,
48th St. Collective,
Rod Modell,
The Evens,
Model 500,
Wasted Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Al Stewart,
John Coltrane,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.