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 Norway and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 David Bowie 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 Deakin to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Brand Nubian,
Deakin,
Ultravox,
Yellowson,
Ronnie Foster,
Infiniti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bush Tetras,
Liliput,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mark Hollis,
Visage,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Moon,
The Saints,
Flash Fearless,
Drexciya,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chris Corsano,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lucky Dragons,
Kurtis Blow,
The J.B.'s,
Hardrive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Godley & Creme,
Newcleus,
DJ Style,
cv313,
Livin' Joy,
Half Japanese,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerri Chandler,
The Residents,
Excepter,
Ultra Naté,
JFA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Con Funk Shun,
Mr. Review,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Albert Ayler,
Public Enemy,
The Raincoats,
The Selecter,
Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arab on Radar,
Dave Gahan,
Make Up,
Saccharine Trust,
the Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
Pulsallama,
Warsaw,
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.