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 Chile 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Carl Craig to the punk 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Yazoo,
The Velvet Underground,
Blancmange,
Boogie Down Productions,
Boz Scaggs,
The Martian,
Byron Stingily,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harmonia,
Aural Exciters,
Adolescents,
Ponytail,
Technova,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drexciya,
John Lydon,
Icehouse,
Tom Boy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eurythmics,
the Sonics,
Smog,
The Stooges,
Arab on Radar,
Metal Thangz,
Desert Stars,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed,
Brick,
The Five Americans,
the Germs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quando Quango,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sister Nancy,
Ten City,
the Association,
The Residents,
Monks,
Cameo,
Charles Mingus,
Jacob Miller,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
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Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deepchord,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Moon,
The Star Department,
The Angels of Light,
Mission of Burma,
Motorama,
Symarip,
Duran Duran,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fuzztones,
These Immortal Souls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.