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 Samoa and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Mills,
The Knickerbockers,
Hasil Adkins,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Moon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cure,
Sun Ra,
Severed Heads,
The Names,
MDC,
The Black Dice,
Todd Terry,
Yazoo,
E-Dancer,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Offenders,
Scientists,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gladiators,
Echospace,
Qualms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
June of 44,
Gang Starr,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oblivians,
Infiniti,
Agent Orange,
The Young Rascals,
Agitation Free,
Saccharine Trust,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Bananas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonny Sharrock,
T. Rex,
Urselle,
Brothers Johnson,
Graham Central Station,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The American Breed,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moebius,
Icehouse,
Bobby Sherman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
UT,
Neil Young,
Kurtis Blow,
Fugazi,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.