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 Portugal and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 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 Arcadia to the jazz 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Swell Maps,
Stereo Dub,
Bluetip,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dorothy Ashby,
U.S. Maple,
Jawbox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Monolake,
Crispian St. Peters,
Urselle,
Oblivians,
World's Most,
Public Enemy,
The Buckinghams,
Idris Muhammad,
Marmalade,
Lalann,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agitation Free,
Mantronix,
The Fall,
Colin Newman,
Inner City,
Reuben Wilson,
John Cale,
Au Pairs,
Little Man,
The Smiths,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun City Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rufus Thomas,
David McCallum,
Funky Four + One,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
Angry Samoans,
Porter Ricks,
Letta Mbulu,
Faust,
Quantec,
Cluster,
Robert Wyatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harmonia,
JFA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Susan Cadogan,
New Order,
Shoche,
Black Sheep,
MDC,
Guru Guru,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Man Parrish,
Q and Not U,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.