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 Tonga and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gregory Isaacs to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doors,
Neil Young,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fugs,
David Axelrod,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-101,
Jacob Miller,
Anakelly,
The Move,
Visage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Hood,
Danielle Patucci,
Reagan Youth,
Arcadia,
The Golliwogs,
Mad Mike,
Accadde A,
Nico,
The Associates,
In Retrospect,
The Moleskins,
John Foxx,
Eric Dolphy,
Los Fastidios,
Roy Ayers,
The Stooges,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hardrive,
Skarface,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Standells,
Sarah Menescal,
Wolf Eyes,
Reuben Wilson,
Motorama,
Niagra,
Stereo Dub,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy Collins,
Cluster,
DJ Style,
Joe Finger,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pulsallama,
Harry Pussy,
X-Ray Spex,
Morten Harket,
Junior Murvin,
Erykah Badu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Unrelated Segments,
Kas Product,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.