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 Lesotho and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Nico to the punk 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Names,
Nas,
One Last Wish,
Little Man,
Jeff Mills,
Kas Product,
Bush Tetras,
Cal Tjader,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Christie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bad Manners,
The Searchers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Animal Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jandek,
Chrome,
AZ,
DJ Style,
Crash Course in Science,
Ituana,
Cecil Taylor,
Quantec,
Leonard Cohen,
Second Layer,
Tommy Roe,
Anthony Braxton,
Barry Ungar,
Half Japanese,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Main Source,
Easy Going,
This Heat,
Janne Schatter,
Erasure,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scion,
Newcleus,
Depeche Mode,
The Pop Group,
Stereo Dub,
Grauzone,
Scratch Acid,
Charles Mingus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultravox,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mission of Burma,
Rekid,
Donny Hathaway,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pantaleimon,
The Black Dice,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.