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 Mozambique and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Symarip,
Newcleus,
Josef K,
The Gap Band,
Country Teasers,
Hashim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pulsallama,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lungfish,
Neil Young,
The Moleskins,
Cluster,
Kerri Chandler,
John Cale,
Surgeon,
LL Cool J,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sparks,
the Human League,
New Order,
Duran Duran,
Crime,
The Angels of Light,
The Cowsills,
8 Eyed Spy,
R.M.O.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Germs,
Guru Guru,
Procol Harum,
Aloha Tigers,
X-102,
Angry Samoans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Halsall,
The Wake,
The Searchers,
Excepter,
The Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Simply Red,
Cybotron,
Danielle Patucci,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Toasters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Normal,
Malaria!,
Anthony Braxton,
Franke,
Blancmange,
June Days,
UT,
Derrick May,
Ludus,
Index,
Kaleidoscope,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.