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 Albania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 MC5 to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Desert Stars,
Lyres,
Clear Light,
Ultravox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oneida,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Görl,
The Five Americans,
Magazine,
Smog,
The Searchers,
Mad Mike,
Wasted Youth,
Ituana,
Soft Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Wire,
Fela Kuti,
The Walker Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
K-Klass,
Deepchord,
Joensuu 1685,
Supertramp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Reuben Wilson,
Minnie Riperton,
The Star Department,
Freddie Wadling,
Aaron Thompson,
Section 25,
the Normal,
Amon Düül,
Kas Product,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MC5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minutemen,
Monks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fall,
Camberwell Now,
Eli Mardock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scion,
The Electric Prunes,
Carl Craig,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Leaves,
Angry Samoans,
The Music Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nils Olav,
Rites of Spring,
Pulsallama,
Mo-Dettes,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.