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 Bolivia and from New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Excepter to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Five Americans,
Shoche,
Siglo XX,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Green,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chrome,
Minor Threat,
John Lydon,
Sällskapet,
John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
The Dead C,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vladislav Delay,
ABC,
Aloha Tigers,
Pole,
Harmonia,
Electric Prunes,
The Evens,
the Germs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Intrusion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Basic Channel,
Rekid,
Sarah Menescal,
Mark Hollis,
Make Up,
The Human League,
Bill Near,
Aural Exciters,
Drexciya,
Ultimate Spinach,
Maleditus Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scan 7,
The Doobie Brothers,
KRS-One,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Pop Group,
Ultra Naté,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Görl,
The Busters,
Roy Ayers,
Eddi Front,
Cecil Taylor,
Mars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Morten Harket,
Mission of Burma,
The Sound,
Heaven 17,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barbara Tucker,
The Modern Lovers,
Oneida,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.