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 Panama and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 The Music Machine to the techno 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
The Martian,
Jeff Mills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oneida,
The Moody Blues,
Desert Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quadrant,
Visage,
Dark Day,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blossom Toes,
Theoretical Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
JFA,
The New Christs,
Erykah Badu,
Agent Orange,
Todd Rundgren,
Lakeside,
L. Decosne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Raincoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric Dolphy,
Flipper,
Sällskapet,
Minor Threat,
Fad Gadget,
Von Mondo,
The Tremeloes,
Pulsallama,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amon Düül,
Connie Case,
Radio Birdman,
Bang On A Can,
X-101,
Henry Cow,
Fatback Band,
Bill Wells,
Liliput,
Isaac Hayes,
The Walker Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nirvana,
Man Parrish,
Yaz,
Circle Jerks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Warren Ellis,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Stooges,
Procol Harum,
Lower 48,
Can,
Electric Prunes,
Eden Ahbez,
Ice-T,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.