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 Guyana and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Carl Craig to the electroclash 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roy Ayers,
Spandau Ballet,
Das Ding,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Starr,
Maurizio,
The Divine Comedy,
Aaron Thompson,
The Techniques,
the Association,
Sun Ra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Davy DMX,
Thee Headcoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zero Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Grey Daturas,
Von Mondo,
Lower 48,
World's Most,
The Offenders,
Mo-Dettes,
Surgeon,
Pagans,
Roxy Music,
PIL,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sam Rivers,
Oneida,
the Germs,
The Slits,
Robert Görl,
F. McDonald,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultra Naté,
Freddie Wadling,
Goldenarms,
Nick Fraelich,
Audionom,
The Moleskins,
Barry Ungar,
Animal Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
Y Pants,
Desert Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Susan Cadogan,
Shuggie Otis,
Organ,
The Fortunes,
Yazoo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sugar Minott,
Aswad,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.