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 Suriname and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 The Fuzztones to the jazz 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Parry Music,
Camouflage,
Sam Rivers,
Oneida,
The Gladiators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Foxx,
Barry Ungar,
Judy Mowatt,
Sister Nancy,
Deadbeat,
Pulsallama,
John Coltrane,
X-Ray Spex,
Arthur Verocai,
the Swans,
MDC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alison Limerick,
Fela Kuti,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Flag,
The Blues Magoos,
Quando Quango,
Lakeside,
Thee Headcoats,
Warren Ellis,
Dead Boys,
The Move,
Hoover,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wire,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DJ Style,
Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
Anakelly,
Symarip,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Near,
Moby Grape,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scientists,
Gastr Del Sol,
Qualms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Maurizio,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Modern Lovers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funkadelic,
Danielle Patucci,
Minnie Riperton,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.