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 Tuvalu and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rock 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Suicide,
Soft Machine,
Don Cherry,
Electric Prunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scientists,
Brick,
Hoover,
Michelle Simonal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Whodini,
Agitation Free,
Nik Kershaw,
Royal Trux,
Todd Terry,
Robert Wyatt,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Intrusion,
Saccharine Trust,
OOIOO,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sound,
Eurythmics,
Slick Rick,
Alphaville,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crash Course in Science,
Glenn Branca,
PIL,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tomorrow,
Procol Harum,
Rufus Thomas,
The United States of America,
Thompson Twins,
Jandek,
H. Thieme,
Ten City,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed,
Susan Cadogan,
Skarface,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Barracudas,
The Selecter,
Terrestrial Tones,
R.M.O.,
The Move,
Robert Görl,
Black Moon,
The Residents,
Oblivians,
Khruangbin,
Zero Boys,
Marmalade,
Eve St. Jones,
Lakeside,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.