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 Australia and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eurythmics,
Harmonia,
Jawbox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The United States of America,
Grey Daturas,
Niagra,
Nirvana,
Barrington Levy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flash Fearless,
Yusef Lateef,
Cecil Taylor,
Audionom,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moby Grape,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deepchord,
Technova,
Radiohead,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Massinfluence,
Neil Young,
F. McDonald,
Half Japanese,
Eric Dolphy,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
the Soft Cell,
Lindisfarne,
Eve St. Jones,
Alice Coltrane,
MDC,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Sherman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Colin Newman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Residents,
The Modern Lovers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brass Construction,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cheater Slicks,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang of Four,
Pere Ubu,
Hasil Adkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
48th St. Collective,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.