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 Korea South and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Massinfluence to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Sun Ra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Motorama,
Barrington Levy,
Thompson Twins,
EPMD,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suicide,
Bobby Womack,
Gang of Four,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minutemen,
Aloha Tigers,
Brand Nubian,
Reagan Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cure,
Qualms,
E-Dancer,
Maleditus Sound,
K-Klass,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Walker Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Albert Ayler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Massinfluence,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Janne Schatter,
Sandy B,
Lindisfarne,
Bootsy Collins,
Nico,
Eddi Front,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David Bowie,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lee Hazlewood,
Circle Jerks,
Depeche Mode,
X-Ray Spex,
Shoche,
B.T. Express,
Delta 5,
Moebius,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Sherman,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Toasters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rites of Spring,
The Barracudas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Groovy Waters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.