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 the UAE and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rap 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Main Source,
Ornette Coleman,
Rapeman,
Al Stewart,
Brass Construction,
DNA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Malaria!,
cv313,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eli Mardock,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Easy Going,
Delon & Dalcan,
Zero Boys,
10cc,
The Toasters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Duran Duran,
CMW,
Heaven 17,
DJ Style,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lindisfarne,
The Walker Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
World's Most,
The Smoke,
Mission of Burma,
Blake Baxter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Drexciya,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Goldenarms,
Pantaleimon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masters at Work,
Underground Resistance,
Essential Logic,
Donald Byrd,
Wolf Eyes,
Byron Stingily,
Spandau Ballet,
the Fania All-Stars,
a-ha,
Sexual Harrassment,
D'Angelo,
Moby Grape,
Barbara Tucker,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pere Ubu,
Funky Four + One,
The Young Rascals,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang of Four,
Charles Mingus,
Arcadia,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.