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 Bahrain and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Doobie Brothers to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Negative Approach,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vladislav Delay,
Wings,
World's Most,
Fatback Band,
The Names,
The United States of America,
Hashim,
Jerry's Kids,
Suburban Knight,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Coltrane,
Icehouse,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bluetip,
Colin Newman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Sonics,
Rod Modell,
Soft Cell,
The Smiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ossler,
Sandy B,
The Smoke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aaron Thompson,
Eddi Front,
Marc Almond,
Bill Wells,
Lakeside,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arcadia,
Little Man,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lower 48,
The American Breed,
The Angels of Light,
Black Sheep,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kenny Larkin,
Panda Bear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stereo Dub,
Man Parrish,
Fugazi,
Alice Coltrane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Das Ding,
Chris & Cosey,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.