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 Nepal and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 FM Einheit to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rekid,
The American Breed,
The Associates,
Wally Richardson,
Los Fastidios,
FM Einheit,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Knickerbockers,
Althea and Donna,
Soul II Soul,
Lakeside,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry's Kids,
Skarface,
Grauzone,
The Saints,
Prince Buster,
The Fugs,
Electric Prunes,
Scan 7,
Buzzcocks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Starr,
Rotary Connection,
Stereo Dub,
Delta 5,
Dead Boys,
Cluster,
Deakin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Das Ding,
Don Cherry,
48th St. Collective,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Pus,
Malaria!,
The Fuzztones,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marine Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Pretty Things,
Wire,
the Bar-Kays,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Standells,
Soul Sonic Force,
Connie Case,
The United States of America,
Bang On A Can,
Soft Machine,
The Gladiators,
Dual Sessions,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.