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 Montenegro and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the jazz 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Junior Murvin,
Wolf Eyes,
Newcleus,
kango's stein massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Near,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pussy Galore,
D'Angelo,
New Order,
Alison Limerick,
Whodini,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oneida,
Pierre Henry,
The Velvet Underground,
Talk Talk,
Donald Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare,
Donny Hathaway,
Lower 48,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roger Hodgson,
Ice-T,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Halsall,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Easy Going,
Wally Richardson,
Terry Callier,
DNA,
Minny Pops,
Harry Pussy,
Dark Day,
Agitation Free,
Janne Schatter,
Youth Brigade,
The Evens,
Grauzone,
Soft Machine,
Lakeside,
a-ha,
Cymande,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nirvana,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mark Hollis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Johnny Osbourne,
Colin Newman,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.