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 Laos and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Can to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mars,
Arcadia,
The Modern Lovers,
Animal Collective,
Anthony Braxton,
Groovy Waters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Vogues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Half Japanese,
Skriet,
Nirvana,
Aloha Tigers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deakin,
Dual Sessions,
Todd Terry,
La Düsseldorf,
Glenn Branca,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sugar Minott,
The Pretty Things,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radio Birdman,
Todd Rundgren,
Harmonia,
the Normal,
Eli Mardock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Clear Light,
Colin Newman,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Flag,
Pere Ubu,
Cheater Slicks,
Idris Muhammad,
Juan Atkins,
Ken Boothe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Germs,
Oblivians,
Altered Images,
Monolake,
Suicide,
Prince Buster,
The Angels of Light,
The Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The United States of America,
Erasure,
Joe Finger,
The New Christs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Invisible,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.