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 Finland and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 Scratch Acid to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Jandek,
Vladislav Delay,
Flipper,
Magazine,
X-101,
JFA,
The Litter,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Durutti Column,
Tres Demented,
The Black Dice,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tommy Roe,
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cluster,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monks,
Accadde A,
Boz Scaggs,
The Stooges,
Bobby Womack,
The Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Josef K,
Lucky Dragons,
The Trojans,
Alton Ellis,
Gabor Szabo,
Erasure,
The Neon Judgement,
The Pretty Things,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick Morgan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
Intrusion,
The Tremeloes,
The Blues Magoos,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blancmange,
Throbbing Gristle,
Agent Orange,
Suburban Knight,
Das Ding,
Scan 7,
The Fugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Suicide,
Mr. Review,
Glenn Branca,
Piero Umiliani,
Sam Rivers,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.