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 Barbados and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Crime to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bush Tetras,
the Slits,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minnie Riperton,
Drexciya,
Interpol,
Ken Boothe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy Collins,
Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
T. Rex,
June of 44,
Fugazi,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Pop Group,
The Fall,
Thee Headcoats,
K-Klass,
The Dave Clark Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
Silicon Teens,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Wyatt,
Pole,
Curtis Mayfield,
Clear Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flash Fearless,
Eden Ahbez,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bluetip,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crime,
Crooked Eye,
Cecil Taylor,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Todd Terry,
The Barracudas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kevin Saunderson,
Patti Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
Surgeon,
Desert Stars,
Subhumans,
Lalann,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sixth Finger,
Grauzone,
Tubeway Army,
Piero Umiliani,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skaos,
Donald Byrd,
Harmonia,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.