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 Czech Republic and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Thompson Twins to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roger Hodgson,
B.T. Express,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Cale,
Zero Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alphaville,
Schoolly D,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Foxx,
CMW,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Charles Mingus,
Juan Atkins,
Mars,
ABBA,
Deepchord,
Banda Bassotti,
Youth Brigade,
Todd Rundgren,
Absolute Body Control,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neil Young,
Sonic Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Fat Boys,
Man Parrish,
Byron Stingily,
Pagans,
Franke,
Todd Terry,
The Raincoats,
The Index,
Don Cherry,
The Fuzztones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Faraquet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Animal Collective,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Görl,
Tom Boy,
The Modern Lovers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Interpol,
E-Dancer,
Drexciya,
Nik Kershaw,
Erykah Badu,
Pantytec,
The Residents,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Masters at Work,
Rotary Connection,
The Vogues,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.