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 Ecuador and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Anthony Braxton to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Pierre Henry,
T.S.O.L.,
Oblivians,
Derrick May,
Yusef Lateef,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bad Manners,
The Knickerbockers,
The Electric Prunes,
Subhumans,
Moby Grape,
Tom Boy,
Y Pants,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amon Düül II,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Absolute Body Control,
Man Parrish,
Shoche,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brick,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed,
Schoolly D,
Hashim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agitation Free,
Nas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Inner City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Faraquet,
The Mojo Men,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dorothy Ashby,
Loose Ends,
Los Fastidios,
Black Flag,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joy Division,
Arab on Radar,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Interpol,
Amazonics,
Erasure,
Frankie Knuckles,
Intrusion,
Public Enemy,
Vainqueur,
The Fall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.