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 Australia and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alice Coltrane,
the Swans,
Silicon Teens,
Young Marble Giants,
The Victims,
Jacob Miller,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Steve Hackett,
Pole,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deakin,
Bush Tetras,
Iggy Pop,
Brick,
Rites of Spring,
The J.B.'s,
Arab on Radar,
Cecil Taylor,
Warsaw,
The Happenings,
the Germs,
DJ Style,
The Mojo Men,
Sound Behaviour,
Grey Daturas,
Soft Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Brothers Johnson,
Underground Resistance,
Aaron Thompson,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed,
Cymande,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Magma,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Parry Music,
Motorama,
Second Layer,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fluxion,
The Star Department,
H. Thieme,
The Grass Roots,
Rosa Yemen,
Sam Rivers,
Joensuu 1685,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Red Krayola,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Music Machine,
the Slits,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Misunderstood,
Man Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Green,
Cal Tjader,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.