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 Montenegro and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cameo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Deakin,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alton Ellis,
Quadrant,
Eurythmics,
Scratch Acid,
The Blackbyrds,
The Residents,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Walker Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
The American Breed,
Al Stewart,
Jeff Mills,
Moby Grape,
Yazoo,
The Smoke,
Ultravox,
Carl Craig,
June of 44,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantaleimon,
Supertramp,
Intrusion,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sonics,
The Last Poets,
Television,
Rod Modell,
Dave Gahan,
Wolf Eyes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Slick Rick,
Juan Atkins,
Simply Red,
Andrew Hill,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Japan,
Joe Finger,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David McCallum,
Derrick Morgan,
Alphaville,
The Flesh Eaters,
Toni Rubio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grey Daturas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pole,
Bad Manners,
Unrelated Segments,
Gichy Dan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.