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 Bulgaria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Kas Product to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Massinfluence,
Cheater Slicks,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Agent Orange,
Second Layer,
Masters at Work,
Carl Craig,
The Gories,
Eddi Front,
The Offenders,
Bob Dylan,
The Human League,
Siglo XX,
Newcleus,
OOIOO,
Fatback Band,
Althea and Donna,
Camouflage,
Anakelly,
Dorothy Ashby,
Interpol,
Grauzone,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Average White Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Organ,
Zero Boys,
Joy Division,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lower 48,
Sam Rivers,
Slave,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deakin,
Subhumans,
Hashim,
a-ha,
Ludus,
PIL,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tim Buckley,
Soulsonic Force,
The New Christs,
the Germs,
Laurel Aitken,
Blancmange,
Procol Harum,
Minutemen,
Echospace,
Kurtis Blow,
Rites of Spring,
Nik Kershaw,
The Busters,
The Zeros,
The Wake,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.