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 Andorra and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Arthur Verocai to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Index,
Gong,
DJ Sneak,
The Seeds,
Minutemen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dead C,
Scan 7,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magma,
Supertramp,
Toni Rubio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gladiators,
Sixth Finger,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cal Tjader,
The Music Machine,
The Saints,
48th St. Collective,
The Trojans,
Black Sheep,
Sam Rivers,
Soft Machine,
The American Breed,
The Techniques,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bronski Beat,
FM Einheit,
Maleditus Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Jacob Miller,
Minnie Riperton,
Rod Modell,
Derrick May,
Inner City,
U.S. Maple,
Ronnie Foster,
Sparks,
Television Personalities,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Star Department,
Donny Hathaway,
Fear,
Vainqueur,
Joey Negro,
Hasil Adkins,
Technova,
Ornette Coleman,
Scion,
Susan Cadogan,
Tubeway Army,
Panda Bear,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter and Kerry,
Rakim,
Section 25,
Ten City,
Rites of Spring,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.