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 Antigua and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pantytec to the rap 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Idris Muhammad,
The Moleskins,
Funkadelic,
D'Angelo,
Swans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Tremeloes,
Neu!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cheater Slicks,
Patti Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Technova,
Cameo,
Negative Approach,
Peter & Gordon,
David Axelrod,
World's Most,
The Blackbyrds,
Model 500,
China Crisis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skaos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scan 7,
Groovy Waters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mars,
the Normal,
Bad Manners,
the Human League,
KRS-One,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joyce Sims,
Panda Bear,
Fugazi,
Davy DMX,
Gang Starr,
Wings,
Cal Tjader,
Alice Coltrane,
The Remains,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joy Division,
Wally Richardson,
Cluster,
Franke,
the Swans,
The Fugs,
Jandek,
Colin Newman,
Juan Atkins,
The Slackers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skriet,
Outsiders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxette,
Rosa Yemen,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.