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 Madagascar and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pole to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Tim Buckley,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mark Hollis,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Trojans,
John Holt,
Arthur Verocai,
Half Japanese,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Symarip,
Joyce Sims,
The Knickerbockers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Henry Cow,
Letta Mbulu,
the Germs,
Aloha Tigers,
Kenny Larkin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Frankie Knuckles,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
ABBA,
Bang On A Can,
The Slackers,
Second Layer,
Desert Stars,
Dark Day,
Brick,
Nirvana,
Patti Smith,
David McCallum,
Andrew Hill,
Jimmy McGriff,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delta 5,
X-102,
Lindisfarne,
Ornette Coleman,
Dennis Brown,
Lower 48,
Anakelly,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sparks,
The Mojo Men,
Shuggie Otis,
Arcadia,
Liliput,
The Gap Band,
The Busters,
Lakeside,
The Leaves,
This Heat,
World's Most,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Icehouse,
Excepter,
Joey Negro,
the Soft Cell,
Minnie Riperton,
Panda Bear,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.