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 Bahamas and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Slackers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Lebanon Hanover,
Goldenarms,
Deakin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mo-Dettes,
Althea and Donna,
48th St. Collective,
The Blackbyrds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Can,
EPMD,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Royal Trux,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Todd Terry,
E-Dancer,
Lou Christie,
the Bar-Kays,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Associates,
Nik Kershaw,
Eden Ahbez,
Cluster,
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jandek,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Vogues,
The Tremeloes,
H. Thieme,
Scion,
The Star Department,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Audionom,
The Gladiators,
The Raincoats,
Soft Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Buckinghams,
Whodini,
Bang On A Can,
Q65,
cv313,
Gang Starr,
Mandrill,
Zapp,
Alice Coltrane,
Mr. Review,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Real Kids,
Nils Olav,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.