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 Azerbaijan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Lou Reed 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 Neu! to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Fluxion,
Connie Case,
Pulsallama,
Echospace,
Man Eating Sloth,
Infiniti,
Visage,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eurythmics,
Pantytec,
Mad Mike,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boredoms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pylon,
the Association,
Ronnie Foster,
Eden Ahbez,
Saccharine Trust,
Colin Newman,
The Music Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Junior Murvin,
The Invisible,
The Neon Judgement,
Angry Samoans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Porter Ricks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rites of Spring,
Gabor Szabo,
Rosa Yemen,
Royal Trux,
ABC,
The Selecter,
Robert Wyatt,
Matthew Halsall,
Wasted Youth,
Josef K,
Henry Cow,
The Index,
the Germs,
Heaven 17,
Organ,
Arcadia,
Unwound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Rundgren,
Roger Hodgson,
The Beau Brummels,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Zapp,
Harry Pussy,
F. McDonald,
Pierre Henry,
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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.