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 Niger and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Maleditus Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Piero Umiliani,
Bad Manners,
Howard Jones,
Theoretical Girls,
Nils Olav,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerri Chandler,
Dual Sessions,
Donald Byrd,
Stetsasonic,
Thompson Twins,
Surgeon,
Pole,
Supertramp,
the Germs,
The Index,
Circle Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Franke,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Arthur Verocai,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cure,
Desert Stars,
Kas Product,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Warsaw,
Cecil Taylor,
Cheater Slicks,
Tom Boy,
Barry Ungar,
Spoonie Gee,
Susan Cadogan,
Morten Harket,
Hoover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Maleditus Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Foxx,
Darondo,
The Slackers,
The Offenders,
The Knickerbockers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
China Crisis,
Peter and Kerry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sugar Minott,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nico,
Black Flag,
The American Breed,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.