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 Iraq and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Banda Bassotti to the jazz 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Blossom Toes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scrapy,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Hill,
Nils Olav,
Bronski Beat,
The Monochrome Set,
Moebius,
Fad Gadget,
F. McDonald,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed,
Intrusion,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Womack,
The Fugs,
Television Personalities,
Eurythmics,
The Blackbyrds,
Ludus,
Pole,
James White and The Blacks,
John Cale,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Toni Rubio,
Fluxion,
B.T. Express,
Albert Ayler,
The Cowsills,
Fela Kuti,
Bluetip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Germs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Con Funk Shun,
Marine Girls,
The Associates,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Byron Stingily,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suicide,
Trumans Water,
Lungfish,
Howard Jones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eve St. Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
K-Klass,
Danielle Patucci,
The American Breed,
T.S.O.L.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pantaleimon,
UT,
Ossler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Carl Craig,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.