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 Russia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Gong to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Scientists,
Eddi Front,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Trojans,
David Bowie,
James White and The Blacks,
Surgeon,
Agitation Free,
The Divine Comedy,
Sonny Sharrock,
B.T. Express,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slits,
Schoolly D,
Wire,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dirtbombs,
The Black Dice,
Prince Buster,
The Evens,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Model 500,
Bobby Sherman,
The Moleskins,
48th St. Collective,
Metal Thangz,
Hashim,
Fluxion,
Sex Pistols,
The Knickerbockers,
The Monochrome Set,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Glenn Branca,
Blake Baxter,
Eli Mardock,
The Fall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rosa Yemen,
The Buckinghams,
Boredoms,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Skatalites,
Chrome,
Babytalk,
Ice-T,
Ronnie Foster,
The Moody Blues,
The Cramps,
Youth Brigade,
Sun City Girls,
Kayak,
MDC,
The Victims,
Mark Hollis,
In Retrospect,
Tres Demented,
The Slackers,
Television,
Jeff Mills,
Drexciya,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.