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 Korea North and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wally Richardson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Tres Demented,
Qualms,
Banda Bassotti,
Nik Kershaw,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Smoke,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cybotron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Slits,
The Gun Club,
Y Pants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Symarip,
Tubeway Army,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ronnie Foster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Germs,
Mary Jane Girls,
F. McDonald,
The Velvet Underground,
Audionom,
Brick,
Rekid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brothers Johnson,
Duran Duran,
Carl Craig,
The Monks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deepchord,
Ultravox,
Swell Maps,
Saccharine Trust,
Lee Hazlewood,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Green,
Juan Atkins,
Soulsonic Force,
The Slits,
Harry Pussy,
Gabor Szabo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Normal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amazonics,
Model 500,
cv313,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.