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 Belarus and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tim Buckley to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Warren Ellis,
PIL,
Johnny Clarke,
EPMD,
Rakim,
Fad Gadget,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Wells,
Man Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Surgeon,
Trumans Water,
Stiv Bators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
R.M.O.,
the Normal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Carl Craig,
The Young Rascals,
The Birthday Party,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tommy Roe,
Excepter,
Tim Buckley,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Sheep,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dirtbombs,
June Days,
Grandmaster Flash,
London Community Gospel Choir,
AZ,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echospace,
10cc,
Shuggie Otis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Basic Channel,
The Five Americans,
Parry Music,
Sound Behaviour,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
June of 44,
Harmonia,
Black Pus,
The Busters,
Sparks,
Danielle Patucci,
Nirvana,
The Invisible,
New Order,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slits,
The Associates,
La Düsseldorf,
Vainqueur,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.