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 Bolivia and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Skriet to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radiohead,
The Kinks,
Sound Behaviour,
Agitation Free,
Ornette Coleman,
Clear Light,
Joe Finger,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moss Icon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Los Fastidios,
Judy Mowatt,
Sällskapet,
June Days,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Adolescents,
Juan Atkins,
Motorama,
Gang Starr,
the Bar-Kays,
Saccharine Trust,
Icehouse,
Malaria!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Man Parrish,
Nirvana,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gap Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
H. Thieme,
Soft Machine,
Ohio Players,
New Order,
Black Pus,
The Moleskins,
Bill Near,
David McCallum,
The Five Americans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bad Manners,
Don Cherry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Young Rascals,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crime,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The United States of America,
Bob Dylan,
The Names,
A Flock of Seagulls,
AZ,
Sarah Menescal,
The Seeds,
The Fall,
Harmonia,
Quantec,
Kayak,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aswad,
The Pretty Things,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.