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 Mali and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Main Source to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Blancmange,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter and Kerry,
Lower 48,
Minutemen,
MC5,
Joey Negro,
Mad Mike,
Desert Stars,
Faust,
Eric Copeland,
Quadrant,
Steve Hackett,
The Move,
Icehouse,
Loose Ends,
Andrew Hill,
Patti Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arcadia,
The Remains,
Fear,
Kayak,
Slick Rick,
John Cale,
X-102,
The Fire Engines,
Boredoms,
The Fall,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick May,
Moss Icon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Khruangbin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Monolake,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Los Fastidios,
a-ha,
This Heat,
Grey Daturas,
Toni Rubio,
Zapp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tomorrow,
Suicide,
Absolute Body Control,
Ornette Coleman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Niagra,
Lucky Dragons,
Dual Sessions,
CMW,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rod Modell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.