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 Slovenia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Moleskins to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chris & Cosey,
One Last Wish,
Metal Thangz,
Eurythmics,
In Retrospect,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Easy Going,
Circle Jerks,
Boredoms,
The J.B.'s,
Visage,
Sandy B,
Alison Limerick,
Accadde A,
Funky Four + One,
Anthony Braxton,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Franke,
Rod Modell,
Underground Resistance,
Cymande,
Sight & Sound,
The Slits,
The Black Dice,
Subhumans,
Brand Nubian,
Masters at Work,
Organ,
Duran Duran,
The Toasters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cowsills,
10cc,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
B.T. Express,
Althea and Donna,
Smog,
Lou Reed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantytec,
Nick Fraelich,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barry Ungar,
Maurizio,
Harmonia,
Joe Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nation of Ulysses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Litter,
Talk Talk,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.