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 Suriname and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Main Source 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Moebius,
Skriet,
Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Litter,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Wake,
The Motions,
Frankie Knuckles,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wire,
Spoonie Gee,
Pole,
Pantytec,
Liliput,
Roxy Music,
Young Marble Giants,
10cc,
Crooked Eye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terry Callier,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fela Kuti,
Rosa Yemen,
Harmonia,
Soulsonic Force,
Reuben Wilson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joey Negro,
Black Bananas,
Neu!,
KRS-One,
The Stooges,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy Collins,
The Misunderstood,
Matthew Bourne,
Roger Hodgson,
Graham Central Station,
The Dirtbombs,
Unwound,
Siglo XX,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bluetip,
Black Pus,
Ohio Players,
Minutemen,
New Age Steppers,
Livin' Joy,
48th St. Collective,
Eli Mardock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.