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 Italy and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the grime 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Public Enemy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Almond,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quadrant,
Altered Images,
The Cowsills,
The Evens,
Amazonics,
CMW,
The Dirtbombs,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Kinks,
Crime,
The Cramps,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gap Band,
A Certain Ratio,
kango's stein massive,
KRS-One,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bang On A Can,
Mantronix,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Technova,
Ponytail,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fugs,
Ice-T,
Colin Newman,
Pantaleimon,
OOIOO,
ABBA,
Wire,
Aaron Thompson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
the Sonics,
Qualms,
Kool Moe Dee,
Can,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Lynne,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Prunes,
Jacques Brel,
Bill Near,
The Music Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fat Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Moon,
Theoretical Girls,
Duran Duran,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Drexciya,
The Move,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.