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 Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 OOIOO to the disco 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Monolake,
Country Teasers,
Ludus,
AZ,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter & Gordon,
Spoonie Gee,
The Saints,
Jandek,
Soul Sonic Force,
Erykah Badu,
Make Up,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Sheep,
Desert Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Junior Murvin,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-102,
The Neon Judgement,
Flipper,
Ossler,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Finger,
Japan,
Motorama,
Grauzone,
Fela Kuti,
Tom Boy,
Juan Atkins,
The Last Poets,
the Swans,
Accadde A,
Kas Product,
Nick Fraelich,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ituana,
Moebius,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Cecil Taylor,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kenny Larkin,
Rites of Spring,
Bad Manners,
The Fuzztones,
Leonard Cohen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rakim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Slick Rick,
kango's stein massive,
Brand Nubian,
Rekid,
the Sonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
K-Klass,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.