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 Sudan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Throbbing Gristle to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
JFA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Young Rascals,
Minny Pops,
Depeche Mode,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Real Kids,
The Monks,
Mr. Review,
Make Up,
OOIOO,
U.S. Maple,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minutemen,
Michelle Simonal,
Hot Snakes,
Q65,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Siglo XX,
Bluetip,
Talk Talk,
the Bar-Kays,
Sonic Youth,
Aswad,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pantytec,
Glenn Branca,
Cheater Slicks,
Gong,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Slits,
Scan 7,
Deadbeat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mojo Men,
Junior Murvin,
Idris Muhammad,
Youth Brigade,
Joe Smooth,
The Cramps,
China Crisis,
Pagans,
Agent Orange,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Cell,
Circle Jerks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Johnny Osbourne,
48th St. Collective,
Sandy B,
June Days,
Pole,
Freddie Wadling,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
B.T. Express,
Isaac Hayes,
Prince Buster,
Eli Mardock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bill Near,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.